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crimson-calligraphyx · 10 months

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"Smells good in here," Noah's velvety voice filters into the kitchen, paired with the soft sound of his footsteps on the linoleum. I grinned as he came up behind me, wrapping his arms delicately around my waist and giving me a peck on the cheek. "You like pistachio?" I asked him, glancing over my shoulder to look at him briefly, still focusing on the task of filling the piping bag. "Love it," he confirms, now resting his chin on my shoulder as he observed what I was working on.

I smirked, running my finger along the side of the bowl to gather a blob of the filling before tapping his nose with it. "Hey!" he steps back, chuckling, and wipes his nose. I snickered as I brought the piping bag over to the macaron shells that I prepared hours earlier.

"Tastes great," he tells me just as I began putting dollops on every other shell. I looked up at him to see him licking his thumb clean and laughed, shaking my head. "Good, I'm glad. It's a new recipe I thought I'd try for the bakery." "Well, it certainly has my approval thus far. I think they'll be a hit, as long as not too many people have nut allergies." I smiled, still working away at the macarons.

Since Noah and I moved to California, I opened a small bakery just outside of central LA, on Sunset Boulevard. There is a ton of foot traffic here, of course, so business was booming and certainly keeping me occupied while Noah tucked himself away in the studio with the boys to work on their next album.

Once finished with the macarons, I joined Noah, who had since sat at the kitchen island, two cookies in hand. He accepts the one I offered to him with a smile, immediately taking a bite. He lets out a satisfied groan, finishing the rest in one bite.

"I take it that you enjoyed it," I chuckled, taking my own bite. I had the same reaction; it was delicious. "Absolutely," he says, picking up his phone that had chimed and stands up, "I gotta head over to Jolly's. Thanks for the macaron, love." He gives me a kiss on the top of my head as he passes, making his way back to the bedroom. "Wait!" I sighed, trailing after him. "What about later tonight?"

I watched him pause as he began to pull his shirt over his head; the look on his face told me that he had forgotten about our anniversary dinner. I scoffed, slapping my hands against the sides of my thighs in aggravation before turning on my heel to head back to the kitchen.

I rummaged through the cupboards, hastily closing the doors once I found the container that I needed to store the macarons. "Liv, I'm sorry," Noah enters the kitchen, making his way over to me. I shoulder him off when he tries to wrap his arms around me, fuming. I grit my teeth and continue packing away the treats. This wasn't the first time in the last few months that he's forgotten dates we had planned, but this one put the icing on the cake.

"I promise I'll be there for dinner. I'll meet you at the restaurant, okay?" he pleads, still reaching for me. I shook my head and brought the container to the fridge, once again weaseling away from his touch. He strides across the kitchen and blocks me from leaving when I begin to walk away, cupping my face in his hands. "Liv, come on. I'm sorry," he apologizes, staring into my eyes with remorse. "I'll be there."

I took one look at his espresso eyes, glimmering with regret, and I cracked, sighing. "I'm just frustrated, Noah. Forgetting movie dates is one thing, but our anniversary?" "I know, I'm an ass," he huffs. "Recording has kinda consumed me. I'll let Jolly know that I can't be long; he'll understand." "Okay," I mumbled, my mood still dampened. “7 o’clock at 71Above. I’ll be there,” he reassures me and presses his lips to mine, lingering until I felt myself melting into his touch. "I love you," he whispers against my lips, giving me another quick kiss before letting go of my face. I give him a small smile, "I love you, too.”

He leaves shortly thereafter, leaving me to clean up the kitchen with tears of frustration brimming in my eyes.

Once I stepped out of the elevator, I made my way into the restroom for a breather—going up a few floors was one thing, but seventy-one floors were enough to set me into a panic. I braced myself against the marble counter with my palms, taking deep, steady breaths in through my nose and slowly out through my mouth. When I felt the tightness in my chest dissipate, I stepped away from the sink and took a gander at myself in the mirror.

Knowing that this restaurant was an upscale fine-dining experience, I dressed nicer than I normally would. I wore a navy blue dress that hugged my hips and flowed gracefully to my feet, the bodice embellished with silver embroidery along the sweetheart neckline. I ran a hand over my curls, making sure they flowed over my shoulders neatly before I smiled and nodded at myself, exiting the restroom.

“Hi, I have a reservation for two,” I say once I reached the hostess at the podium. She grins, “Your name, miss?” “Sebastian.” I found myself fidgeting as she reads through the list for a moment, intimidated that I was entering this extraordinary sky lounge without my husband. “Right this way,” she says after she finds my name. She picks up two menus and begins to walk through the dining area, taking me to the sky lounge.

My mouth drops as I take in the dozens of windows around the lounge, allowing me a nearly 360° view of the city’s skyline. The hostess brings me across the room and settles me into an alcove adorned with a table for two against the glass. I thanked her as she sets the menus down and pours a glass of water for me, informing me that the waiter would be over when Noah arrives.

I sighed and gazed out the window after reading the time on my watch; it was already past 7. I watched as the sun slowly descended behind the buildings, a blanket of cobalt bleeding into the orange and pink mural in the sky. My mood continued to plummet as the night consumed the city minute by minute.

At first, I had given him the benefit of the doubt—he could have gotten stuck in traffic or maybe had taken his time getting ready—but when 7:45 rolled around and I hadn't heard from him, I knew that wasn't the case. He definitely got sidetracked with the album, again, and forgot about our anniversary dinner.

I finished my glass of water with a tight chest, trying to hold back the cries I so desperately wanted to let out. I apologized to the hostess on the way out for holding up the table, avoiding eye contact as she flashed me a sympathetic smile and wished me a good night. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I rode the elevator back down to the ground, absolutely crushed.

I broke when I sat in my car, planting my forehead on the steering wheel, and sobbed. I knew that this wasn't the end of the world, but it still hurt, feeling like I was being pushed to the backburner.

My phone rings, and I know that it's Noah without having to look at it. I let it ring; I couldn't stomach a conversation with him right now. It was when I got the notification for a voicemail that I brought my attention to my phone, and I let it play through the speakers of my car.

"Liv, shit," Noah's panicked voice fills the cab, "I'm so sorry. I-I know it's not an excuse, but Jolly and I dived real deep into one of the tracks and—nevermind, it's not relevant." He sighs harshly, and I can picture him combing the front of his hair back with his hand. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. Please just...just give me a call. I love you."

"Right," I scoffed, deleting the message. "Like you did all those other times," I muttered to myself before heading back to our home. Much to my surprise, his car was parked in the driveway when I got there.

When I made my way into the kitchen, I was met by Noah, dressed in dress shirt and slacks, holding a bouquet of red roses. I wanted to smile, I wanted that to cheer me up, I wanted to just sweep it under the rug and forgive him and be engulfed by his welcoming embrace. Instead, I shook my head and beelined it to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

"Liv, please," Noah pleads as he makes his way inside. "I'm—" I spin around and throw my arms out with anger. "I know, Noah, I know! You're sorry," I hiss, mocking him, "but sorry only means so much after hearing it one too many times." He flinches, his face contorted with pain as if I physically slapped him. He crosses the room and reaches for me, but I swat his arms away.

"Don't touch me," I snap, aggressively pulling my sleepwear out of the bureau. "I don't even wanna look at you right now." I brush past him, heading down the hall. "Olivia, where are you going?" he huffs, trailing after me. "For now, away from you," I let out a dry laugh, entering the spare bedroom. "I'm tired, goodnight." I go to shut the door, but he plants his hand against it, holding it open. He looks down at me, his eyes glossed over, and brows pulled together with sorrow. "Of me?" he whispered, and I hear his voice quiver with agony.

I closed my eyes, unable to bear looking at his face that was screaming with remorse. I don't say a word, I can't even think of anything to say to him. Instead, I shake my head and push on the door again to close it, hearing his hand slide off the wood as he lets me shut it. I put my head against the door and sighed as I heard his footsteps retreat, followed by the door to our bedroom clicking shut.

I stripped out of my formal wear and into my pajamas, promptly taking a seat on the empty bed. I fiddled with my wedding band, spinning it around and around on my finger as I replayed the memories from two years ago in my head. That day had been so beautiful; full of smiles, laughter, and tears of joy. I felt like I was on top of the world, like I was on cloud 9, like the whole universe had aligned just for us, but now? I felt like I was losing touch with all of that. I felt so little, so insignificant to Noah.

Maybe I should’ve waited if I had known our marriage would leave me feeling like this after only two years.

|Chapter 2|

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #romance #fantasy #trouble in paradise

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lily-orchard · 1 year

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I've been cut off from all other people I could discuss this with by circumstance, so I'm begging you for help here.

I had an argument with my mother on New Years Eve. My older sister, my twin 4 year old siblings and I had gone mini golfing that day and gone to see a movie. At the mini golf course, she wanted to stop and take a picture, but we were very slow on the course since there were five of us, and there were four groups behind us taking their turns. At one interval I straight up told her no and she threw a fit, at another, my baby sister was afraid of the prop Mum wanted her to pose with, but she forced her to stand by it anyways, despite my complaints, even though my sister wouldn't stop crying for the picture. At the movie theater, she asked me to get a security guard to take a picture of us standing by a nice christmas tree they had set up, and I told her I wasn't going to ask him, it was packed that night, he was doing his job, and my older sister had already talked with him earlier and found out the poor guy wasn't off till 1 am on New years eve.

She went nuts, crying and saying we never care about her and treat the things she wants to do and the memories she wants to make like garbage. My sister got pissed at being yelled at for something unreasonable and got on her case, started yelling back and telling her to shut the fuck up when she started cursing at us. Whole time my baby sister is crying, baby brother is just dead silent, literal flash backs to me and my older sister when we were younger and I hated it. Eventually she just tells us to stop talking, she doesnt want to hear anymore "bullshit". I told her later we needed to talk it out and she refused.

She hasn't talked to us since, didn't celebrate new years eve with us, yesterday she stayed asleep all day and my sister had to watch the kids, when she woke up she went to get herself food after complaining about us not feeding the babies. We gave them leftovers, so on so forth, ordered ourselves food from a gift card a friend sent my sister a while back, spent the rest of the night in my room avoiding her. Only engaged her when I noticed one of my christmas presents was missing. (a fifteen piece set of golf ball sized action figures, the kids didnt touch them i know they didnt just walk away) We confronted her about it, she denied it, but there's no trace o them anywhere in my clean room.

Please just tell it to me straight, because I'm going nuts trying to keep this family together and I don't know what to make of this situation. I had to drop out of school to babysit these kids like 7 months ago , I'm not getting paid the 100 dollars a week im supposed to be making, I clean the house too and occasionally cook. I think I've earned everything I got under that damn tree this year, so the fact that she most likely stole my gift from me because of an argument over pictures is really going to make me break down.

Am I being abused, or, as she says, are we abusing her?

You are being abused. Holy shit this woman is a fucking brat. What a fucking child. That woman needs to be fucking slapped.

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fireflyoflight · 1 year

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I want to fall in love with the MCU again.

I used to be a huge MCU nut from 2012 to December of 2021. My favorite movie of the franchise was the very first one, Iron Man. However, after watching No Way Home last year for my birthday, the MCU just left a sour taste in my mouth. NWH was an incredible disappointment for me. I felt like the plot was dumb and that Peter kept making all of these stupid reckless decisions that ruined his own life. The ending was especially a slap in the face with how eerily similar the movie was to the 2018 video game Marvel's Spider-Man with Peter jumping out of his window in a suit he made himself. So, I stopped watching MCU movies and TV shows. I hadn't used my Disney Plus account for the majority of this year (I only kept it active because my best friend uses my account). The only DP MCU series I have seen are WandaVision, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, three episodes of Loki, and four episodes of What If...

I correlate getting out of the MCU with getting more into the comics. It was so disappointing to see how amazing the stories were in the comics and how bland they were in the movies. Especially Civil War and Tony Stark. There is a book version of the Civil War comic arc that I bought the audio book for and I listened to it last summer. I listened to it on my commute to and from work, while cleaning, and when I finished it my first thought was "wow, why didn't they do something more similar to this for the movie?" Like I get why because Civil War was a beast, it's loooong with so many twists and turns. Even the book didn't really do it justice. Plus, Civil War kicks off with the tragic death of 60 civilians (mostly schoolchildren if memory serves). Not exactly on brand for Disney.

Last week, I was thinking about the franchise again. My mind wonders at work a lot and bounces from topic to topic, usually about potential writing topics. One particular topic was rewriting the entire MCU franchise. Which is insane. But...that idea didn't go away. So, I decided that I would rewatch the MCU to do so. While that idea is on ice for the moment, I got another idea. Still rewatch the Marvel movies and rank them. I figured it would give me some perspective and maybe rekindle some of the love I have had for the MCU.

After some research on how movies are rated, I settled on 14 categories: entertainment value (how much I enjoyed the movie), story, acting/cast, characters, visuals/CGI (how good does it look), pacing, worldbuilding (does the world feel real and how much does it add to the overall MCU universe), humor (if any), technical aspects (cinematography, editing, costumes, etc), action, the beginning, the ending, the music, execution (did the movie do what it set out to do). A bonus category for all films up until Endgame will be Stan Lee cameos because it was always something I have looked forward to. I will be posting my thoughts on each film for those who are interested and as a reminder, this is my opinion and if it is different than yours than that is fine.

See you guys soon!

#personal #MCU #Marvel Cinematic Universe

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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this is really random but would bully! osamu survive no nut november 🧐🧐

oh my god sksksks (this is post-love confession lol)

words: 685

cw: fem!reader, established relationship, slight degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, no nut november, minors dni

he would be so annoying!!!!

atsumu probably bet him that he couldn’t get through the whole month and osamu was like challenge accepted™ like the idiot he is.

it’s not like you guys have sex every day but osamu is a physical guys, especially now that you two are finally dating

most nights end with the two of you humping on the couch after making out while watching a movie

sometimes he’ll ask beg for a handy when he’s had a stressful day and other times you’ll wake him up with your mouth (he is truly so lucky to have you)

but now osamu’s refusing to even kiss you in fear of being tempted

and now it’s a few days in and my boy is upset!!!!

(meanwhile, you’re chilling lol)

he’s being so short with you, getting snippy when you ask him questions

since he can’t rub one out when he’s having a bad day, osamu tries anything to get out his frustrations

he tires jogging, going to the gym, cooking new recipes

and you’re just like ???????

“you know you don’t have to do this, right?” but he’s so hecking stubborn that he doesn’t listen to you because he “has to win”

it was funny at first but now you’re suffering a bit too. in the beginning, osamu would get you off but the sight of seeing you cum on his tongue or fingers and not being able to fuck you became too overwhelming for him

he won’t even cuddle with you at night >:(

you decided if he won’t make you cum, you’ll do it yourself (you fucking fool)

osamu was so close, he was so close. just a few more days and he would’ve definitely beaten his idiot brother. but he heard the noises coming from his room when he came home that night—noises he knows all too well. standing in the dark hallway, he peeked through the slightly open door to confirm his suspicions.

spread out on his bed, you had a vibe on your clit while your small fingers were buried in your cunt. you were chanting osamu’s name like a fucking prayer, humping your little hand try to get yourself to cum.

to make matters worse, you were in one of his shirts with the fabric pulled up to expose your tits. his cock twitched in his pants and he was on you before he knew it.

“yer so fuckin’ annoying,” he grunted, slapping your hand out of the way to fuck you with his own fingers. he doesn’t miss the smug smile on your face when his thick fingers stretch your walls. the little pink vibe is long forgotten, replaced by his tongue as he laps at your sex, pissed that he had given in but god does your cunt taste so fucking delicious.

it’s not long before his cock is sliding into you, making your tummy bulge from how much he’s filling you up. as usual, the filthiest words leave osamu’s lips while he fucks you. “ya fuckin’ planned this, little bitch. couldn’t wait a few more days?” he has you folded in half, making up for all that time lost because of that stupid bet. “gonna fill this slutty cunt until yer whinin’ about it.”

he keeps that promise, sending you over the edge multiple times until he cums deep inside you. those weeks of pent up frustration come back to haunt the both of you as osamu’s cum is thick and heavy, spilling out the sides of your cunt and making a mess of your thighs and the sheets below. but he keeps going, painting your insides white until you’ve drained all that’s left.

osamu collapses on you, face buried in the crook of your neck. he tries to take a second to catch his breath before he moves to clean you both up but he pauses when he hears your giggling. “hm?”

you brush the hair out of his face and kiss him on the forehead. “you loooooost,” you tease.

your boyfriend scowls at you, pinching your sides before grumbling a “shut up,” under his breath

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #miya osamu smut #miya osamu x reader #osamu smut #osamu #osamu x reader #osamu miya smut #osamu miya headcanons #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya #haikyuu x reader #haikyu #haikyu smut #bully!hq #bully!osamu #🥀#🥀osamu #haikyu x reader

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Quick drabbles about sweet moments I would like to have with some of my favorite characters.

Fem reader sometimes

Fire force

Benimaru

He comes into your room with a sigh, closing the door quietly before kneeling at the bottom of your bed and crawling up between your legs, pushing his head under your hands holding your book and laying his head against your chest. You chuckle and set your book aside before running your fingers through his hair “hello sweetheart” you say and he pushes up so his face was in your neck now, kissing the skin softly “hello” he says and sighs into your neck. “I missed you” you say and he nods into your neck “I missed you” he says and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tighter to you and kissing the top of his head.

Konro

You sit behind him in the bath, the hot water up to your shoulders and you lay your head against his back as he tells you about his day, his hands brushing up and down your legs beside him. You were careful to avoid the charred marks on his neck, arms, and back as you careful washed him, leaving kisses around them. You took care of him better than anyone and he felt the love you had for him every time you helped him, you never made him feel like a burden or anything less than, you made him feel comfortable in his own skin. “God I love you so much” he whispers as you finish washing his hair “it’s my turn now” he says and you carefully switch places with him, his large hands gently washing your body and kissing your neck. He washes your hair and then spends extra time running his fingers through it, loving the soft feel in his hands. You run your fingertips against his legs and up to his thighs as you talk and relax until the water gets too cold.

Obi Akitaru

He throws you over his shoulder after you get back to the compound, you giggle and lightly hit his back “Obi! Put me down!” He laughs and slaps your butt “not gonna happen. My girl was injured so I gotta carry her in” you sigh and relax in his hold “ It’s just a little burn! On my arm! I can still walk” he laughs but doesn’t set you down until you’re in his private bathroom. He helps you out of your fire force coat and pants before taking off his own, leaving you in just your underwear and a tank top and him in boxers. You smile softly up at his as he gently washes the soot off your cheeks and neck. “You’re so beautiful sweetheart” he says and you blush, reaching up and cupping his cheek with a smile “you’re not so bad yourself” you say and he grins. You take the washcloth from his hand and rinse it out before gently washing the soot off his cheeks for him “let’s hop in a shower so we can do this properly” he says as he dips down to capture your lips in his.

Hinawa

You push the kitchen door open quietly and peak in at him, he’s singing along to a old record he borrowed from Obi, some jazz from before the cataclysm. You watched him cook and sing, butterflies in your belly from how adorable it is. His voice was perfect for this kind of music and it smelled like he was making your favorite meal. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his middle, his singing turning into a low chuckle. “Hey sweetheart” he says and you smile, placing a kiss against his shirt on his spine “it smells good but I want to know....are you on the menu for tonight?” you say and his hand holds yours on his stomach “naughty girl” he says before taking the pan of the heat and turning around in your arms, he holds both of your cheeks and you look up at him, your chin on his chest. His eyes were dark, you could see the lust in his eyes and the adoration he has for you. You stand on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway as he captures your lips his.

Haikyuu

Aone

Sitting in the living room, leaning against him on the couch as you both read together. His arm around you as he scrolls through his book on his tablet, your head against his arm, kissing it every other page turn. When you finish your chapter to mark your page and set your book on the coffee table before turning your head up and kissing his chin softly, watching his lips turn up in a smile before his eyes flick to yours after he finishes the sentence he was on. “I’m so unbelievably lucky” he whispers and you blush, after all these years he still makes you feel giddy in your heart.

Kuroo

You’re cooking breakfast while he pours mimosas, the Sunday morning air filled with sweet kisses and witty banter, him sticking to you like glue, his hands on your hips and his chin against your shoulder as he sways you to the music playing, singing the lyrics to you as you flip the pancakes.

Ushiwaka

Taking the long drive through the country for a weekend away, his hand on your thigh as he drives, you play a perfect relaxing mix of music but the radio is quiet background noise as you talk about anything you can think of. You loved that he was so open minded, you could ask anything your crack head thoughts come up with and he’d respond honestly. You never felt the need to fill any silence though, it was comfortable, he felt like home to you.

Daichi

You’re singing along to the music you had playing loudly as you did some late night cleaning while waiting for him to get come from work, he had to do some extra paperwork but you didn’t mind. You were excited to see him after being apart all day and to combat that excitement you decided to clean. When he walks in the house he smiles at the sight, you were standing on the back of the couch, the vacuum on as you suck the dust off the blinds, your foot tapping along to the music that was so loud you could hear it over the vacuum. He closed the door as he admired you before walking over to you and quickly clicking the vacuum button. You yelp as he knocks the back of your knees so you fell into his waiting arms, his smiling face made your heart skip as you relaxed into his arms “you naughty boy!” You say as you laugh and kisses your cheek “What can i say? I missed my darling”

Nishinoya

You’ve been together for years, spent traveling as you worked as a freelance photographer mostly but now you’ve decided to go home and put down your own roots, get back to family. After a few months you decided you wanted to adopt a pet tigether, finally deciding on a sweet cat you met at the shelter, he couldn’t stop talking about her so you thought it was a pretty good sign. Her first night home with you, you let her get adjusted and she kept to herself for the most part, claiming one of the chairs in the living room for herself. In the middle of a movie you were watching you got up to use the bathroom, when you returned he was mouthing screams at you pointing down, you chuckled as you saw that the cat had jumped up and fell asleep on his lap. He was so cute you about teared up for a moment before taking a picture of them on your phone, setting it as your Lock Screen. Your perfect little family.

Tendou

When he was making you homemade chocolate at his apartment for your fifth date, you took a spoon and dipped it into the melted chocolate when you thought he wasn’t looking. When he turned around and saw you with the spoon in your mouth, an obviously blissed look at how delicious it was, he knew he loved you. “Sorry” you say around the spoonin your mouth, your cheeks warming under his gaze. “You’re such a sneak, I’ll have to look out for that” he says as he boops your nose. You felt your heart race at the way his eyes lingered on you with a smirk. This man would be the death of you.

Bnha

Bakugou

You sing a little song to yourself as you break your chopsticks apart, dancing in your chair as you look down at your ramen. You were so happy to be in this moment with your favorite boy and your favorite food. He looks across the table at you, an amused smile on his face as he watches you and listens to your impromptu dumb song about how much you love ramen and love him, all the anger in his body leaving. You look up into his eyes and you feel your cheeks get warm “hmm?” You ask and expect his usually dumbass banter but your breath hitches when he says softly “I just love you is all” He‘ll never forget how lucky he is to be sharing perfect moments with you.

Midoriya

A date that’s not a date. You go to a thrift store with your friends but take his hand and lead him back to the clothing, taking turns choosing ugly accessories and coats for the other, spending the whole time lost in the moments with him. By the end you have many pictures together on your phone. You break off from the group, walking behind a few feet with him as you talk about your favorite heroes, you asked him questions about his notebook and he showed you the page he had written for you but forgot the small little drawing of a heart next your name at the top of the page. He noticed when the notebook was in your hand but couldn’t really tear it from you, that would be nuts. So he just hopes you don’t notice as you read his notes(you do) “this is amazing. I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me” his cheeks flush “y/n you have an amazing quirk! I love to watch you!” His face turns very red as you raise your eyebrows “you love to watch me?” You smirk and he starts to ramble “no! I mean I do. But like not in a weird way. I just like to see how your quirk develops. I’m not a stalker or anything” you reach out and take his hand with a chuckle “I like that you pay attention to me so don’t worry Zuku” you say and he lets out a deep breath. The rest of your group notices but just leaves you be, this was a long time going and to be honest bakugou started a bet to see how long it would take. He won when he bet it would be sooner rather than later. The first time he ever bet on Deku but only because he knew you were bolder.

Kaminari

Oh man. You were home early and he hadn’t heard you come in. You could hear he was on the phone with someone so you didn’t make any loud noises as you set your things down. “I’m gonna ask her tonight. Yeah I have the ring here in my hand, it’s so perfect. ... I have a reservation at the place we had our first date” he busts up laughing and you crack a smile when you realize he means the skate park near your old high school. “Yeah man the skatepark. But it’s actually a really nice restaurant now which I thought was so romantic. Shin, I can’t even begin to explain how sure I am about this. I can’t imagine a life without them in it.” You feel your heart skip and your eyes mist over for a moment before you suck in a breath and make your way over to the door, opening it quietly and then shouting “Hey im home early! Are you home?” You act, dramatically picking up and dropping your keys again and kicking your shoes. You hear a drawer shut and him say “I gotta go man she’s home thanks so much” before he comes out of the bedroom with a big grin on his lips “y/n/n! do you wanna go out to dinner tonight? There’s this new place I want us to try”

Aizawa

The way the breeze coming in through window ruffled his hair woke him up, it was just after two am and he must of forgot to close the window before you guys fell asleep. He got up to shut the window and he turned around, pausing for a second when he noticed you were looking at him. The moonlight framed his back and hit your face, your sleepy eyes taking in his shirtless frame as he walked back to bed. “You look like an angel” you whispered to him and he chuckles as he scooted under the covers, “you must still be dreaming if you think I’m the angel of this relationship” he mutters, trying to hide the way his heart skipped when you called him an angel.

Fatgum/ Taishiro

He comes home, his big suit in tatters and his body smaller, bruises already forming on his face and chest you can see from the torn fabric. “Oh babe I knew it was bad but I really wasn’t-“ you hold your hand to your lips to try and stop your tears as he walks over to you and wraps you in a hug and standing, carrying you with him to the bedroom “oh my angel don’t worry. I’m okay. All I need is a little bit of your home cooking and a lot of your kisses, then I’ll be right as rain” you shower with him, helping him out so he didnt have to use his sore limbs. Kissing him as much as he would want, showing him how much you love him. After you dress you make him multiple different foods, full meals so he could have as much as he wanted. He watched you cook from his spot at the kitchen table, his heart as full as his stomach will be later. The food you make for him always tastes the best, better than any food he could ever order, he feels your love through the act of service you give him every time you cook for him.

Present mic

The moment after a concert where you’re walking back to the car holding hands, smiles on your lips as your ears ringing from the level of music as you talk about your favorite songs that were performed. You start to shiver from the sweat on your body and he pulls you into a hug “I got something for you” he says quietly knowing your ears were already ringing as he kisses the top of your head “what is it?” You ask with a smile “close your eyes” he says and you lean up to kiss his lips softly before pulling back and keeping yo eyes closed. You feel something go over your head and you instinctively put your arms up through the sleeves knowing it was a hoodie “okay open your eyes” he says and you do, seeing him wearing a hoodie in front of you and looking down to see you had a matching one on “this is amazing Yama! I love you! Thank you!” You hug him tight and he laughs holding you close “anything for my girl”

Toshinori

Walking through the park in the morning, getting some coffee and people watching, hitting the farmers market on the way home he buys you some flowers while you’re distracted with the fruit. You buy an aloe plant in a pot painted with his face on it that looks like his hair for your office at the school and when you walk home you buy some donuts from the stand at the end, your arm in his as you have endless entertaining conversations.

Naruto

Kakashi

You gave him an excuse of a mission so you could go to the sand village for a few days. There’s a small bookstore there who was going to be releasing a limited edition Icha Icha book with a twist ending and you wanted to make sure you could get one. You were the first one in line and you waited all night long to be the first one in when it opened that day. You got the book and then swung by where you heard Jiraiya was, some bar by a hot spring between the sand and the leaf. “What are you doing here?” He says through a confident slur as you sit down next to him. you pull out the book and a pen and grin at him but when he doesn’t show any emotion you sigh, pulling out your wallet and handing it to him before he nods and takes the pen “I always have time for my fans”

When you get back to the apartment it’s after 2am the day of his birthday. You take the stairs two at a time, ditching your pack by the door as you enter silently. You hold the book in your hands, neatly wrapped in paper as you kick off your shoes and make your way to the bedroom. He’s sleeping peacefully in bed and you can’t wait to ruin it. You climb up in the bed and sit cross legged next to him, a smile on your lips and the book in your lap as you softly run your fingertips across his cheeks and his forehead and then down his nose before his eyes flutter open. “Hi” you whisper and he smiles as he stretches his arms out “welcome home baby. How was the mission?” He sits up and you look down at the book in your lap “the mission was successful” you say with a chuckle before looking back up into his eyes “what do you got there?” He asks and you hide it behind your back “oh nothing at all I don’t know what you’re ta-“ he talked you to the bed and stars to tickle your sides “taLKING ABOUT!” You start to giggle as his fingers hit all your ticklish spots “Kashi stop!” You beg through laughs and tears before he captures your lips with his and you relax into him, not noticing when his hand slides under your back and pulls the book from your grasp. He knows exactly what it is the moment he’s touched it. “You didn’t” he says as he pulls back and you just grin “open it” you say and he does, gently pulling the paper from the book. He holds it like he’s holding somethjng extra precious “there wasn’t a mission” he states as he looks down at the book in his hands, flipping through the new pages. “The only mission was making you happy” you whisper and he looks up into your eyes, his looking a little misty, “I love you so much, thank you” he says quietly, afraid his voice will crack. “I love you Kakashi. Happy Birthday”

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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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Famous weeb part 2

Hey y’all i know have been MIA for awhile but i hope you like it <3

Y/n POV

-The next day-

I felt the heat from the sunlight on my face, I open my eyes and look around the room the arm around my waist tightens I smile knowing Vinnie hasn't woken up yet. Slowly I turn to face him and see his hair all over the place and his mouth slightly open I let out a little laugh and move some of Vinnie’s hair from his beautiful face. I don't know how long I saw staring at him but his eyes start to flutter

” Fucking weirdo watching me sleep n shit,” Vinnie says his voice deeper than normal because he just woke up. I laugh ” It's not my fault your pretty” I put my head in the crook of his neck I feel Vinnie rub my naked back. ” Do you still want to go on that date, I'm starving and I would love to take you to breakfast, maybe I could show you around LA while we're at it?” Vinnie asks as he plays with my hair

” mmm I would love that Vin, but first let's take a shower yea?”

~Time skip 6months ~

I and Vinnie have been dating for 5 months it's been the best 5 months of my life Vinnie is everything I've ever wanted. He's caring, Thoughtful, and he's always there for me, when the first video we did together came out the hate was brutal from Vinnie’s fans and my followers started to slut shame me. I couldn't go in the public eye for a month because every time I was out some random man would call me horrible names, Vinnie stood by my side the whole time holding my hand and telling me how amazing and beautiful I am. No wonder I fell so hard for the boy DON’T even get me started on how good the sex it's mind-blowing every time it's like Vinnie was made for me. We aren't planning ongoing public anytime soon we're happy in our own little world I hear Vinnie's footsteps come up the stairs to my bedroom ” Hey daddy I didn't know you were coming over” I stand up and meet him at my door and Vinnie laughs

” you don't have to call me daddy all the time ya know.”

” Yea I know daddy I'll stop if you want me to baby” Vinnie looks into my eyes ” don’t you dare,” he says as he kisses my lips, Vinnie wraps his strong arms around me holding me against him ” will you please stay the night with me I would stay here but I have to stream.” Vinnie puts his head in the crook of my neck

” I've been having that nightmare again” I run my hand through his hair and kiss the crown of his head ” yes of course baby I just gotta pack real quick-” Vinnie pulls his head out from my neck ” why don't you just move in with me, we can be careful-” I kiss Vinnie and jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist ” Yes a million times yes.” It wasn't a whole 3 days later I moved out of Avani’s house into Vinnie's room, unfortunately, we didn't think about how Vinnie posts in his room, and the bathroom, he streams as well FOR HOURS and I can’t be in there because if I make a sound people will know it's me.

Even though I have gotten massive amounts of hate from both mine and Vinnie’s supporters I hit 50 million on TikTok and began my own clothing line and I guest-starred in a Disney movie. It's probably been 3 months since I moved in with Vinnie and everyone else surprisingly, we have been able to keep our relationship a secret from most of the world. I just don't post anything at the house and make sure I don't talk or walk in on a live. The only downside to living with everyone is we can't be as loud as we like to be we also have to be careful to only have sex when everyone is asleep because everyone in the damn house ” forgets” to knock other than that EVERYTHING is perfect. Unfortunately, the last 8 months of pure peace and love have finally come to an end after Vinnie posted a video where he put his phone as far up about his head as possible. Seemingly an innocent Tiktok Vinnie posted It without ever watching it back and on the far left corner of the phone, you could clearly see the socks, the skirt, and even my underwear that I was wearing in my last video sprawled across his floor.

THE FANS WENT NUTS we both received hate but surprisingly most of the supporters had changed their minds about our relationship. Not that they ever had a say but it still feels good to know most of our supporters like us together. We had to come out and say that we have been dating for 8 months and have lived together for the last 3. We finally don't have to hide anymore we can post freely and with each other, I finally got to put my stuff in our bathroom and hang pictures of us up on the walls of our room. Vinnie even told me to pick out a new bedspread and pillows of my choice.

” I love it, baby, it looks perfect,” Vinnie says as he rubs my back admiring the bed and the clean room, in general, I finally got to clean it and it doesn't look suspicious that his room is so clean. Vinnie starts to kiss my neck as he runs his hands up my arms, I tilt my head so Vinnie can access more skin. ” mhm baby... Did we have any plans tonight or tomorrow?” Vinnie says in between kisses ” um I don't think so” I say as I turn around and kiss Vinnie’s lips putting my hands in his hair the kiss gets heated faster than usual as Vinnie runs his strong hands down my back before grabbing two handfuls of my ass making my knees buckle and moans leave my lips. Vinnie picks me and walks me to the bed ” You have to be quite baby everyone is asleep, and we can’t wake them up again” I nod my head quickly

” answer me baby,” Vinnie says as he pulls away looking down at me ” yes daddy I understand, I'll behave.” I look into his eyes standing on my tippy toes ” I promise” oh I promise to keep quiet but if I get my way Vinnie won't be able to keep quiet. Vinnie always tells me not to make a sound and then fucks me till I scream and then laughs when the others make fun of me.

This time it's my turn to make him scream and embarrass him I have a plan the only problem is going to be getting his wrists in the handcuffs I have hidden in the bed frame. Vinnie is much stronger than I am so even if I can get one hand in the cuff he would fight me tooth and nail to put the other in but I'm gonna try. ” Daddy I have a big favor.” I say with my puppy eyes Vinnie let out a chuckle ” what is it doll?” I bit my lip as I look at him ” I saw a Tiktok going around saying to give your boyfriend a blowie while he's wearing a blindfold and I would like to try it if you're willing?” I ask sweetly and kiss his lips Vinnie tilts his head and takes a deep breath ” please Daddy! Can we just try it for a minute or two and if you don't like it we can stop” Vinnie kisses my lips ” I don't know-” my bottom lip pops out ” Please Daddy, can we just try it?” ”I-I......sure” Vinnie says defeated I throw my arms around his neck kissing his lips sweetly. My plan just might work ” lay on the bed baby” Vinnie looks at me weird ” why-” I kissed his lips once more ” please Daddy” Vinnie lies on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. I walk into the closet where we hide everything I grab the smallest vibrator I have from before we started dating. I hide it in my back pocket and started to walk towards Vinnie ” ok Daddy sit still” I kiss Vin on the lips putting the blindfold next to us on the bedside.

Vinnie grabs the back of my head while kissing me I began to grind against him as I move my lips down his neck. I'm never allowed on top and I am usually the one with the hickeys but this time it's his turn. I start to kiss Vinnie's jaw and upper neck ”n-no hickeys baby” I nod my head I'm gonna leave hickeys all over him if I get my way. As I continue to kiss and suck his neck I can feel him harden under me ” are you ready Daddy?” Vinnie nods his head as he sits up on his elbows I pick up the blindfold and bring it towards him, Vinnie looks at the blindfold in disappointment but stays silent.

” Thank you Daddy, I love you” I say as I kiss his lips sweetly once more before I pull his shirt off immediately kissing and licking his chest as I rub my hands on his strong arms and shoulders. I lick down to his sex lines kissing them softly as I feel goose bumps on his arms before I pull down his shorts along with is boxers. I watch as his cock slaps against his toned stomach my mouth-watering ” Shit baby hurry!” Vinnie moans as he puts his hand in my hair. I kitten lick his tip and play with his balls in one hand ” baby stop teasing me” Vinnie moans as I pull away ” put your hands by your head and stop touching me” Vinnie huffs and drops his hands by his head.

Before Vinnie could say anything else I wrap my lips around his red tip “Ooh-f-fuck” Vinnie moans as he buck his hips up making me chock slightly. I lean back and giggle “shh Daddy” I grab ahold of his base as I kitten lick his tip I look up to see Vinnie biting his lip and gripping onto the blanket. I grab onto the handcuffs with my free hand and push him deep down my throat making Vinnie gasp and put his hands in my hair. I take the opportunity and clasp one of the cuffs on his wrists Vinnie grunts as I began to hum. I don't think he even noticed I quickly grab the other set of cuffs and snap them around his other wrist. I pull away and sit on his lap Vinnie starts softly grinding his raw dick between my thighs trying to get off not even paying attention to me as I clip both his hands to his headboard. Vinnie stops grinding and tries to move his hands but was stopped “Y/n what the fuck do you think you're doing, uncuff me now” I giggle as I take off his blindfold “No Daddy I don't think I will you always make me feel so good I wanna make you feel good.”

Vinnie laughs ” you wanna make daddy feel good....uncuff me, so I can ruin you baby” Vinnie hisses out as I kiss his lips and began to take my clothes off. When I take my panties off I make sure Vinnie can see everything by laying down on my back on his stomach I toss my underwear near his head as I spread my legs wide, watching as Vinnie licks his lips and takes deep breaths. Before he can get close enough to taste me I stand on my knees and kiss his lips “you have to be quite Daddy” I kiss down his neck as I trail my hand from his balls to his tip softly pinching his tip. “Ugh fuck I'm gonna ruin you the moment you let me out” I look into his eyes as I firmly grab his balls and squeeze slightly Vinnie throws his head back moaning “shhh” I say as start to nibble and suck his neck Vinnie fights against me as I play with his balls. I leave hickeys all over his neck and chest occasionally sucking his tips this went on in for a while but at this point Vinnie was about to cum. His tip was a was red and twitching, his legs were trembling, Vinnie had only let out small whines the whole time but I wanna her him I want him to be as loud as me. But if course don't want him to know that “Gonna cum already Handsome?” I ask as I suck hickeys on his hips and inner thighs making my way towards his twitching tip.

I lick a soft stipe over the tip and Vinnie let's out a very load moan. I pull away with a disappointed look and let go of his balls

“F-Fuck keep go-going” slap the inside of his thigh making Vinnie lift his hips off the bed and moan even louder than before. “I said to be quiet and you're not being very quiet, so I'm gonna have to punish you Daddy,” I say with an evil smirk I stand up and Vinnie. I grab the vibrator and turn it on I rub it slowly up his thigh making him jump “Stop that” Vinning says sternly. “No” I say looking into his eyes I grab on to his hard cock placing the vibrator on his red tip Vinnie let out at load moan “Shh daddy everyone's gonna hear you” I say as I softly pump his cock in my hand “Put it in your mouth I’m about to cum” Vinnie moans in a demanding tone I look up at him as I take the vibrator off of him. I pick my panties up off the bed and bring them his mouth Vinnie glares at me “let me go” I slap Vinnie on the cheek and grab it as I push the pink lace thong in his mouth and Vinnie tries to push it out “If you push it out I'll go get lunch and leave you here with the door open.” I say with a bratty smile. Vinnie nods his head just giving in to me I move down his body again caressing as much of him as I can “God daddy your perfect.” I lick both of his nipples making vinnie whine and try to move away as I blow cool air on them, and they get hard “mmm such a pretty boy” I continue to kiss his chest and tummy before I settled between his thighs nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin bruises littered everywhere. I kiss the space between his balls and cock Vinnie moans and arches his back.

“To bad your a bad boy” I pull away from his cock and climb up on his chest straddling him I pick up the vibrator and place it on my clit. I throw my head back In pleasure as Vinnie let's out grunts of protest. I stand on my knees above his face, so he could get a better view the vibration making my eyes close. I feel something push against my slit and up my folds, I pull away to see Vinnie's nose shiny and a slight blush on his cheeks. “Nasty little boy aren't you?” Vinnie looks in my eyes and winks. I take the vibrator away and turn it off pulling the panties out of his mouth I set them aside “want a taste Daddy?” I say as I get close enough for Vinnie to run his tongue through my folds letting out a soft moan I pull away his mouth following me I giggle and grind against his lips and nose as I grab his hair making him moan into my pussy. Vinnie plunges his tongue inside of me and swirls it around collecting all of my arousal his hips bucking in the Air. I keep grinding my heat on his face as he tongue fucks me “O-OH YESS” I cum on his tongue Vinnie licking up the rest.

I pull away and make my way back down his chest leaving hickeys and kisses in my path. I pull away to admire him for the first time tonight his hair a mess, face and nose shiny with my arousal cock standing straight up and eyes blown out, His plump lips are red and have teeth marks from holding in moans. I grab ahold of his balls as Vinnie moans and bucks his hips “I bet I could make you cum just from playing with your balls baby” Vinnie let out a whine but didn't answer me “I guess we'll just have to try?” I stand up and walk to the bed side table grabbing tape and a tissue. I wrap the base of his cock in the tissue with his tip sticking out and I tape his cock to his stomach the tissue protecting his cock skin from the tape. “B-baby?” I look up at him as I make sure everything is secure and will hold “yes Daddy?” Vinnie's looking down at the head of his cock “what if it hits me in the face?” I smile at his word “I’ll lick it up Daddy” before he could say anything else I place his balls in my mouth sucking hard, and he let out a load moan “Ugh FUCK Y/N” I pull away rub his balls in tiny circles as I kiss him inner thighs.

I can feel his balls tighten and Vinnie thrust this hips up “YES BABY YES.” I gasp and lean back Vinnie’s face bright red in embarrassment “Daddy tsk tsk you made a mess and now I have to clean it up” I lean down licking his tip and up his neck and jaw I suck a little harder, so he knows he indeed did hit his face. “mmmhmm Daddy you taste so good.” I lean down and lick his cum off his hard stomach his soft cock growing slowly “I have to punish you again though Baby... You came without asking without warning...so naughty” I pull the tape and tissue off as I grab on to his semi hard dick shoving him down my throat Vinnie lets out a little yelp as he hardened quickly in my throat I began to suck him and move my head I choked every once in a while I pull off when his tip started to twitch I straddled his hips putting his hard cock inside of me “If you move I will leave you in here tired up by yourself” Vinnie let out a whimper as he takes deep breaths as j slowly slide down his huge cock “Fuck Daddy so Big! You always fill me so good” I say as I move my hips slowly squeeze my walls around him I sit down on him fully letting out a small moan.“Shit Daddy” I giggle “I can feel you in my tummy.” I say as I rub my lower stomach Vinnie throws his head back moaning I roll my hips on his one time making him moan again.

“PLEASE BABY LET ME CUM” I look at him as I wrapped my arms around his neck laying on top of him with my head on his chest. “I will in a minute Daddy but first I wanna say my last words before I let you out” I kiss his lips as I rotate my hips to harden his cock up and soften his heart up, so he won’t be so mean later. Looking deep in his eyes I say “I love you Daddy and you would have never let me try this on you If I didn't trick you.” I kiss his lips again, moving my hips a little faster “Please don't be mad at me Daddy I wanted to make you feel good-od” I undo one of his wrist grabbing on to his hand kissing his wrist, and placed it on my hip as I do the same to the other wrist. I look down to see Vinnie just looking at me “I love you Daddy, your so beautiful.” I stop all movement to kiss his lips nibbling his bottom lip his hands rubbing my butt and thighs before Vinnie pounds into me from underneath. Taking me by shock “OH FUCK DADDY YES JUST LIKE THAT! YOU’RE SO BIG! MORE PLEASE” I moan tears filling my eyes it's never felt like this before Vinnie flips me over and grabs my face “I'm gonna put a baby inside of you don't you dare let a single drop fall out” Vinnie knew that was literally impossible but the look of fear and lust on her face was all worth it. “Fuck are you ready baby” Vinnie moans pulling out flipping me over so my face is in the pillows and my ass is in the air. Vinnie pulls out before pushing into me at a fast pace slapping my thighs and ass as he moans.

He was hitting my g-spot repeatedly making us both moan “mmm gonna fuck my baby into your doll” I moan out as I hear Vinnie gasp his hips stop and I let out a whine pushing my hips back into him “do it please Daddy, I want it inside of me” I moan and whine “Daddy don't stop please keep fucking me Ugh I want your babies.” I moan as I fuck myself on his cock Vinnie was frozen above me just watching as his beautiful, amazing, rich and famous, whore of a girlfriend. Begs as she fucks herself on his hard cock. “P-please Daddy” Vinnie starts thrusting harder and faster than before pushing her head into the pillows as screams of pleasure come out of her mouth “want my cum bitch” Vinnie moans as he pulls her up by her hair “Yes Daddy please I want you filling me up.” Vinnie moans as he takes his thumb as rubs it around my pink button. Vinnie takes his other hands pulling my cheeks apart as he spits on my asshole making a moan fall from my lips Vinnie slowly pushes his spit around as moans bubble out of my throat I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure he spits on my hole again “F-Fuck baby your so tight around my cock I’m gonna cum so deep your pussy baby” the only sounds in the room were the sounds skin slapping together and wet noise I could feel the knot in my stomach when he pushed in hitting a different spot a scream comes out as I cum on his cock “AAAAGH Daddy YESSSSS” I thrust my ass back against him when the door opens.

“SHU-EEEEWWWW WTF” Jordan burst in and then left just as quickly when he saw the site in front of him. His best friend balls deep inside of me and spit drips down my ass as Vinnie jackhammer thrusts into me so hard I think he's gonna break me for a second “F-FUCK PRINCESS IM GONNA PUT MY BABIES SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU-” Vinnie yells as he cums inside of me I can feel the warmth fill me up, and he pulls out getting off the bed “Don’t move” he says in a soft voice. I can feel both mine and his cum running down legs. All of a sudden I hear a click and see a bright light I turn my head to see Vinnie holding a polaroid camera as it spits out the picture “can I take one of you on your back princess?” I giggle flipping over and spreading my legs putting on a sexy face for the camera as he takes my picture. Vinnie grabs a towel and wipes me down before he lays down “I'll take us to shower in a minute baby” I look up at him as I grab his hand “I love you Daddy” Vinnie turns to look at me “we should get our own apartment Princess” I look at him trying to read his eyes “do we get to paint?” Vinnie's eyes crinkle at the sides as he laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I don't know weirdo.... I love you” Vinnie says he kisses my lips “now come on bath time.”

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daisys-gard3n · 3 years

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Hey, I'm sorry if your ask box isn't open, but after reading through a bunch of your hc posts,,, I was wondering if you had NSFW or SFW hcs for Formaggio? 👉👈

I currently don’t have headcanons for cheese boy, but let’s make some right now!

Formaggio Headcanons (SFW & NSFW) (GN reader)

SFW

A bf that’s also your best friend

You two actually started off as being close friends in La Squadra, always messing around during free time and clung to each other that could rival Sorbet and Gelato.

Then he realizes that you’re not just ‘one of the boys’, and that he had actual feelings for you.

The way he told you is super unromantic, he just walked up next to you while you were getting coffee before dropping: “Yo, (Y/n). I think I’m in love with you.”

Let’s just say he got a mouthful of lukewarm coffee sprayed on his face

After helping him clean up your mess, you just dropped: “I’ll go put this in the laundry pile...Oh, and I love you too Maggio. Have for a while.”

The pure embodiment of: “Close ur eyes bro, okay bro, what do you see bro? nothing bro, that’s my life without you bro, bro...”

You two call each other dude and bro romantically

Always makes jokes to make you smile and laugh

100% will do this if you’re upset: “Aw, c’mon babe don’t be upset!...Ah! Is that a smile? I think I see a smile there~! You can’t frown around me, babe!”

The two of you equally share three brain cells

As Prosciutto calls it: “Idiots attract other idiots.”

Very chill BF. Want to go out with your friends on a friday night? Go ahead, just remember if a guy tries to come onto you just shank him! Meeting up with an old friend? Just bring him back something to eat! He’s working half the time, he doesn’t need to be jealous when you’re perfectly capable of curb stomping someone for him.

If someone were trying to hit on you round him, Formaggio just slithers in and puts an arm around your waste. “Hey, dollface! Talkin’ about somethin’ interesting?”

While giving him a smile of ill-intent. This usually gets the person to fuck off, but in those moments of the other person not bugging off: he just so happens to activate Little Feet with one of the toys he keeps for missions. Like toy cars, dollhouse furniture, etc.

100% lets you wear the jacket, to keep you warm and to make the other fuckers buzz off. It’s a win-win!

Have you ever seen someone just grab ass or titty for comfort? Maggi does: “What? My hand’s cold!”

If you ever find a hand on your ass, don’t worry it’s just Formaggio

Insists that you wear his clothes to bed or something like that, especially if you’re tinier than him bc it makes you adorable

He would enjoy a tiny s/o very much, as in teasing you all the time but in a loving way

He will purposefully put everything on high shelves so that either he gets to watch you struggle or he gets called in for help

Dates include: bars, restaurants/cafes, movie theatres, and long car rides

Somehow, you automatically just sit in his lap. Not in a sexual way, more like: “Hey, did you remember to get bread at the store?” “Ah shit, I forgot.”

Likes it when you give him head massages while his head is on your lap, he’ll fall asleep immediately

Slings you over his shoulder to drag you away from things: “Get your ass away from the paperwork, time to eat~!” “PUT ME DOWN, MAGGI!”

Lives for eskimo kisses

Gets embarrassed if Illuso and Melone tease him about being whipped for you, but he plays it off: “What? Pff, you guys are nuts.” “Then tell me why did I see a receipt for that expensive dessert shop in the trash?” “OH, NOW WE’RE DIGGIN’ THROUGH THE TRASH LIKE ANIMALS?!”

Says he’s not clingy when he’s pretty much hugging you or holding on some part of you all the time

I hope you’re a heavy sleeper, because he moves and saws logs in his sleep

you wake up with his face on top of your, drooling on you

Calls you dollface, babe, and bambina/o for terms of endearment

Smells like pine and very musky

NSFW

This man is an ass man, what can I say? He’s always slapping your ass or groping it outside of the bedroom, so there’s a lot of attention there during sex

Likes to rub his cock against your cheeks while you’re on your back or doing it doggy style

Lots of spanking and bruises on your ass later

He likes positions where he can see your ass, like doggy or reverse cowgirl: “Damn, babe. Your ass looks good like this while you take my cock.”

If you have tights or bottoms that make your booty look voluminous, they’re gonna end up with a ripped hole in the middle bc Formaggio decided right there to fuck you with them still on.

Likes giving you rimjobs as much as regular oral.

If you let him do anal, he’s gonna ask what size ring you wear lol.

“F-Fuck, dollface! You’re so tight, hng-ah...I might marry you so I can have this ass as much as I want.”

Loves it when you give him blowjobs, he’s pretty much butter in your hands: “H-Hah, right there! God, you suck my cock so good bambina/o. Mm, you wanna get me to (eat your pussy/suck your cock) after? O-Oh fuck, take all me down your throat!”

Sex is pretty casual for him, he won’t do extreme stuff but he also likes the bonding. So sex happens in situations like just waking up or getting horny after seeing you being domestic.

“You look sexy this morning, babe. Care to wake up for me?”

“Have I ever told you that you look hot wearing that apron? I did? Well, I can give you more testimonies if you still don’t believe me.”

Likes clothed sex, for quickies or exhibition moments just outside of people’s view.

“Fuck, babe, I can’t help it! You just look so good in that outfit, c’mon I’ll just move some stuff around-No one’s gonna see, I promise.”

A sucker for cheesy sexy outfits: like those roleplaying costumes in bad pornos. His favorite is the cop and the nurse outfit.

“What ever did I do officer~? You gonna arrest me for being bad?”

“Can you help me with something, nurse? I have something hurting that only you can solve~”

Is willing to sub, but it’s because he doesn’t want to do anything that day: “H-Hng, fuck babe-A-Ah, I’m sorry (Daddy/Mommy)! P-Please continue!”

I think it’s pretty obvious he has a size kink fetish, he’ll practically worship you if you’re tinier than him. If not, he’ll bring out little feet to shrink you a little bit:

“You’re so tiny compared to me...Mm, yeah, you tryna’ suck my cock but can’t fit it inside? You’re so cute, it’s hot.”

“Fuuuucckk, you’re shrinking around me and it feel so good. I can see my cock bulge out of you, fucking hell. Mm, is it too big for you? C’mon, I’ll help you out, dollface. Just push through for me, okay?”

Honestly, he offers oral to you if he’s bored: “Hey, can I (suck your cock/eat you out)?” “Maggi, we’re in a drive-thru.” “Never stopped anyone before.”

Has a very lazy and messy style of giving oral, so a lot of his own saliva will be on you as he gives you this lazy aroused look in his eyes while you cum in his mouth.

If you ever give him a lapdance, he’ll be sitting back and enjoying the music while watching your body. He’s gonna touch sooner or later, especially if your ass is close

In a modern era, he definitely sends bulge and dick pics - to which it descends into full on phone sex

Will ask for your permission to record you in the midst of sex for his own safe keeping, mostly for jerk-off material when he’s off on a mission far away

You can’t wear anything relatively new around him, because there’s a 50/50 chance it’ll end up ripped

He gets super tired after sex (he lasts up to 3 rounds btw), so the most he goes for aftercare is force you to the bathroom so you won’t get a UTI and clean you off before passing out

If you try to give him a blow job with people around, the moment they leave he’ll smirk at you: “You tryna’ suck my dick around my teammates? Someone’s horny today, not that I mind though~”

Loud in bed, so make sure no one’s home before trying to get it on or you’ll suffer from days of teasing

5′9″, average-sized but more on the girthier side, uncut (if you convince him, you might get matching piercings down there)

#formaggio #jjba headcanons #NOT SFW #sfw #relationship headcanons #gn reader #Anon #'request'#there's no good gifs of cheese boy and I'm upset #heaven's door is open to everyone who has a sinful word to speak to me

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smellyfootboy · 3 years

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SMELLY ENCOUNTERS WITH ETHAN PT 2

So it had been a few months after my last encounter with Ethan where he basically made me his foot bitch. I had moven on and taken It for what it was. A one night fantasy come true because he was drunk. I still jerk off frequently thinking about that night. The whole thing still feels like a dream.

I hadn't really seen him much since then and I hoped It wasn't because he would feel awkward after what had happened. Honestly I question if he had even remembered with his intoxication.

But that day, he texted me out of nowhere:

ETHAN: Hey man. Wassup.

ME: not much hbu?

ETHAN: It's been a while... what are you up to?

ME: just playing PS5... I was able to snag the last one at target.

ETHAN: The fuck dude... and you weren't going to ask me to come play? I wanna try it out to see if it worth it before I get one.

ME: I mean, you are welcome to join me. Sleepover video game party? Haha

ETHAN: Fuck ya! I'll be over in about an hour.

I got butterflies in my stomach. Video game sleepover???? Was he gonna make me his bitch again? I was getting hard just thinking about it. I quickly picked up my apartment a bit. I was tempted to pick up some booze to hopefully recreate the last time but decided against it. It would look too desperate.

Some time past and Ethan arrived. He looked as hot as ever. I noticed myself acting a little nervous around him. I looked down at his shoes and they were a pretty beat up pair of Globes. Different from the converse he wore last time. He typically always wore skate shoes.

"Hey man how you been? I brought some snacks. " Ethan said as he brought them over to the counter.

"Cool thanks! Yeah I don't think we've seen each other since um... new years ?" I said awkwardly.

"Ha. New years that was a fun night... so show me this ps 5 you lucky bastard." Ethan said.

Fun night. Ugh. I just want to talk about it. And make it happen again.

We went to the couch and I handed him a controller. We played for a good hour.

"This is pretty sweet. I think i might have to get one." Ethan said.

"Yeah ... so what did you do all day?" I asked

"A lot of running around. Went and worked out a bit at the gym. Got pretty sweaty. And then came here" Ethan said.

"Not even a shower first? Is that what that smell is " I asked.

"Bitch you know you love it." Ethan said as he shoved my head into his armpit which was definaly strong. I resisted and pulled away.

We went back to playing games for a bit and somehow I ended up sitting on the floor leaning against the front of the couch while Ethan was still on the couch. At some point we switched from video games to watching a movie and I feel asleep on the floor.

I woke up to Ethan whispering my name.

"Guess he's sleeping. Fair game." I heard him say under his breath. His big shoes were hovering inches above my face. His feet had to be size 11 at least. He then removed both of his shoes and looked down at me. I shut my eyes quick to pretend I was still sleeping. The smell hit me like a ton of bricks. When I heard Ethan lean back I opened my eyes again. His big smelly feet right above my face. Not only that but this time the red, white, and black socks he was wearing had a bunch of holes in them like they were years old. The smell seemed almost stronger than the last time I had an experience with him. It was so overpowering. He lowered his feet a little more so my nose was right in his toes. His big toe poked out of one of the holes which I honestly found pretty hot. I couldn't belive this was happening again. How long should i pretend to be sleeping? I didn't want to move. I continued sniffing them trying not to inhale too deeply so he'd know I was awake. He suddenly took his big exposed toe and pried it in between my lips. I could feel it rubbing my teeth. And while he did this, his other foot remained hugging my nose. I heard him unzip his pants. I had no idea what he was planning.

"You awake yet?" Ethan asked. I didnt know what to do. But I guess it was time. I pretended to wake up.

"Huh wha..." I pulled his toe out of my mouth

"What are you doing! Ew not again" I yelled pretending I hated it.

"Excuse me! Did I say you could do that?" Ethan said sternly. He slapped my face with his stinky foot and I layed back down.

"Remember when we were young? At sleepovers, anyone that falls asleep first would get hazed." Ethan said. He was determined to make me his bitch again. Who was I to stand in his way? He reached down and pulled his socks off and leaned back again. His big rank feet centimeters from my face.

"After my work out, and wearing these socks for a couple days, I could use a good cleaning. Stick your tongue out" Ethan demanded. I obliged. What immediately followed was Ethans big foot sliding across my tongue. I could taste the workout and the days old socks with every lick. Ethan kept doing this and then started on the toes, sliding my tongue between each one. I could feel the sock lint on my tongue. After what seemed like forever, Ethan switched to the other foot and it was the whole process all over again. My tongue was so dry and so smelly.

After about 20 minutes of vigorous torture to my tongue Ethan took his feet off of me.

"Good boy. Now re-lubricate that tongue." He said. I pulled my tongue back in my mouth and all I could taste was Ethans feet. Once I gained enough saliva, I swallowed and could feel the dirt and grime go all the way down. It took me a minute to catch my breath. I started to get back up.

"Nope." Ethan said as he pushed me forcefully back to the ground.

I was confused... his feet were clean, what was coming next?

Suddenly I could see Ethan's huge balls coming down from above me. He layed them over my nose and they smelled phenomenal. Like they had been excessively sweating all day long.

"Tongue out" he said. Once again I obliged.

His huge nuts started to slide across my tongue. I could feel the stubble on his balls, but they were mostly smooth. He was stroking his large uncut cock while he did this. This was way further than we got the last time we hung out. Ethan suddenly used his hands and stuffed his huge nuts into my mouth. I had to open very wide for them. I could barely breathe. His balls were gagging me and his sweaty taint was over my nose. As he would jerk off I could feel his precum dripping down my chin. I was so turned on.

"Yeah clean off those balls good like you did my feet." Ethan said.

I could feel Ethan reaching climax as I swirled my tongue around his balls. I watched him reach over and grab one of his stinky holey socks, and put it over his cock. I watched him cum in ecstacy while my mouth was stuffed with nuts. He pulled his cum filled sock off his dick and pulled his balls out of my mouth and sat back up on the couch.

"Whew. So yeah. You can expect that when you fall asleep first. " Ethan said laughing. He went back to playing video games and I didn't even know what to do. I started to get up and I was about to grab the other controller to play with him and he grabbed my hand.

"Nah you aren't done yet." He said. He took his cum filled stinky cock and stuffed it in my mouth.

"Chew on that for a while and tell me when it's clean." Ethan said.

So i watched Ethan play video games over the next half hour while sucking on this cum filled filthy sock. This was probably the best night of my life, even better than the first time. I couldnt wait to see what would happen next time we hung out.

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jenonctcity · 4 years

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No Nut November - Jaemin

Na Jaemin – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, dirty talk, brief spanking, oral (male receiving).

Word Count: 3k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days.

Series

Day 1:

Jaemin had made it very clear to you a week before the month changed to November, that he had every intention of doing no nut November. The week building up to it you had been pinned to whatever surface Jaemin had deemed fit and had been fucked hard. It was the best week of your sexual activity that you’d ever experienced, so you were kind of happy he was going to take part in the strange internet trend. You also knew once the month was over that he would go into a sex crazed state and give you a performance good enough to rival his last show.

However, it wasn’t you that you were worried about not being able to last the entire month. You were certain that Jaemin could not go a whole month without trying to get into your pants. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he had a very high sex drive, leading him to asking you for sex nearly every time he saw you. It didn’t help that he was the master of flirting. It made it easy for him to charm your underwear off your body. He had a knack for sending you dirty texts that were filthy enough for your face to heat up in want and slight embarrassment. He once sent you a dick pic that your friend was absolutely mortified to have seen by accident when you opened the text, not having expected him to send pictures of his meat in the middle of the day.

As you stood in your local book store, enjoying the peace and quiet it bestowed upon you, you browsed the fiction section, hoping to find a book about a hopeless romance that ended in heartbreak or a forever love, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It caused you to jump a little but luckily, you’d remembered to put your phone on silent before entering the book shop. You pulled it from your pocket and smiled softly when you saw the contact name said ‘Nana’.

“I miss you :(” his text read, your smile widening at his adorable use of the sad face emoji. You wondered if his text had a hidden meaning or not but decided it probably didn’t because it had only been about half day since he last got his dick wet. You took your time to reply, typing with one thumb as you glanced between your phone and the bookshelf in front of you.

“You saw me about 4 hours ago, I was naked in your bed. Remember?” You replied with a soft giggle, not even surprised when his reply came less than 20 seconds later.

“I remember well! ;) But do you not miss me?” You could almost hear the pout he was more than likely sporting through the words written on your screen. You smirked, trying to suppress a giggle as you replied.

“No.” You quickly followed up with another text. “Just kidding, love you boo.”

“Ouch. My heart bleeds.”

“How are you holding up? Not touched your precious pleasure rod yet have you?” You couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“First of all, ew, never call Jaemin Junior a pleasure rod ever again. Secondly, no I haven’t touched it yet! Have some faith in me!”

“Ew since when have you referred to it as Jaemin Junior?”

“Since now, actually I hadn’t even thought about anything sexual until you brought it up you perv!” You sniggered, rolling your eyes and leaving him on read as you went back to scouring the shelf for the book you desired.

Day 2:

“Hey babe…” Jaemin patted your thigh, trying to gain your attention as you sat beside him in a taxi. You were on the way to a movie theatre and decided a taxi was the best way to avoid the downpour of rain hitting the earth forcefully.

“Yeah?” You tore your line of sight away from staring out of the window to look at him.

“Have you got any nudes on your phone?” He leaned in close, his lips beside your ear as he whispered lowly to make sure the driver didn’t hear him.

“Na Jaemin!” You whisper-shouted at him, not believing the audacity he had to ask you that in the back of a taxi.

“Please baby just give me your phone and I’ll find them myself.” He whined, holding his hand out to your expectantly.

“No!” You slapped his hand away, watching the way his lips turned into an endearing pout.

“Please…I can’t remember what your body looks like…” You shoot him a disapproving glare, shaking your head slowly at him.

“No!”

“Fine!” He turned away, folding his arms over his chest and pretending to throw a tantrum. He didn’t ask again but later on you did send him a cheeky booty pic, much to his excitement.

Day 5:

The hot rivets of water hit your skin and ran down the contorts of your body, leaving a warm sensation flooding through your system. The water had no competition against Jaemin’s soft lips peppering open mouthed kisses across the back of your neck. The plush pillows sending cool shivers down your spin, a complete contrast to how hot your body felt.

“I want you so bad baby girl.” He murmured, his words almost getting lost amongst the noise of the water hitting all the surfaces of the shower. You hummed in acknowledgment, his hands wrapping around your from behind, fingers teasing you on their ascent to your breasts. “Let me make you feel good.” His big hands cupped your soft boobs, thumbs and forefingers each pinching your hardened nipples. A bolt of pleasure shot through you, it rippling down your body from your chest to your neglected clit. You became putty in his hands, him pulling your flat against his chest and gyrating his hips into yours enough for you to feel the prominent erection he’d formed.

A sudden reminder popped into your head. A reminder that Jaemin was supposed to be participating in no nut November. You rolled your eyes, pulling away from his grasp – although somewhat reluctantly, and turning to face him.

“I knew you’d try to fuck me before the end of the month.” You smirked at him, moving your hands up to cup his cheeks and pecking the gobsmacked look off of his lips with your own. He struggled to form words, his mouth opening and closing as he stared down at your smug face. “You’re weak Na Jaemin.” You whispered, leaning in and taking his lips between your own in a lingering, steaming kiss, the water running over your heads as you got in the line of the water streaming from the shower head. His arms looped around your torso, pulling you against him and holding your naked bodies together.

“I’m not weak.” He whispered into the kiss, his tongue poking out and trailing over the lining of your lips before working its way into your mouth. He flicked his tongue against your own, rolling his hips into yours and moving his hands down to squeeze your ass. He moved his lips down your face, to your jaw and nipping at your wet skin.

“You’re still trying to-” Your words were cut off by a moan slipping from your parted lips, his perfect mouth sucking right on the spot he knew would make your knees shake.

“Let me treat you.” He spun you around, forcing you up against the wall of the shower, bent slightly and presenting your ass out to him. You bit your bottom lip, spreading your legs apart enough to give him access to your dripping heat. He trailed his fingertips down your spine, the slight tickle causing shudders to shoot across your nerves. He ran the palm of his hand over the curve of your ass cheeks, removing it only to bring it down on your skin with a slap. You gasped in surprise, relaxing as he spanked you once more before jamming a finger inside your slick hole. “So wet for me baby girl, do you like it when I spank you?” He used his free hand to bring it down on your ass once more before leaning that hand on the shower wall and putting all his weight on it, his body hovering over yours.

“Yeah…oh god.” You moaned, rutting your hips back into his hand. He slowly withdrew his finger, circling your sodden hole with the tip of his finger before ramming it back inside of you, pumping it slowly to loosen you up. He added another finger, his lips attaching themselves onto your shoulder. He smirked when you whined against the cold shower wall, the warm water cascading down onto your body, but it was the warmth you felt from Jaemin that was making you overwhelmed.

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers harder?” He bit at the skin of your shoulder, maintaining the slow pace with his fingers. “Answer me.” He growled, stopping his fingers altogether at your silence.

“Yeah! Fuck me hard!” You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, wiggling your hips as an incentive for him to continue.

“As you please princess.” He smirked, thrusting his digits back into you hard and fast. The hand he was using to hold himself up on the wall moving to cup your breast in his hand. His fingers working over your sensitive nipple causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

“Jaemin!” You squeaked, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as the knot tightened in your stomach. “Right there don’t stop!” A gasp ripped from your chest, his teeth biting into your shoulder enough to leave teeth marks behind as the white-hot feeling rushed through your body, your climax hitting suddenly. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your legs shaking and hips stuttering as he stopped his ministrations on your core.

“That’s my girl.” He gently kissed the bruise he’d made on your shoulder, withdrawing his fingers from you and opting to enclose his mouth around his dripping digits. He sucked them clean, dropping his eye into a wink and turning his back to you to wash his hair, his hard on being left unattended to, much to your surprise.

Day 7:

So far, so good. To your knowledge, Jaemin had managed to not touch his penis in any sexual way at all, which again, had shocked you. You’d assumed he wouldn’t make even 3 days, so him having lasted a week actually impressed you. Despite many close calls, Jaemin had reigned in the hormones and want for you, simply keeping it in his pants, or by pulling away during your steamy session in the shower days prior. About an hour ago, Jaemin had fallen asleep on your bed, even though you’d both planned on walking down the local convenience store to buy snacks for the evening. Not wanting to disturb him because his sleeping face made your heart warm, you’d decided to go on your own and leave him to nap. Choosing not to rush, you’d taken your time in getting the snacks, and stealthily entered your apartment silently in case Jaemin was still sleeping. You’d dumped the snacks on the kitchen counter, and slowly creeped towards your bedroom. You raised an eyebrow in confusion when you heard weird noises emitting from the room. You held your ear to the door, listening as realization dawned on you, causing you to gasp loudly.

“Na Jaemin!” You burst into the room, pointing at him accusingly. “You’re watching porn!!!” He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes wide and arms folded across his chest. You paused, about to accuse him of losing no nut November when you noticed he wasn’t touching himself inappropriately. “You’re…erm…are you watching porn for the plot?” You glanced at the television opposite your bed, the scandalous video of a girl having a cock shoved down her throat greeting your eyes.

“Kinda…” He shrugged, grabbing the remote and shutting off the power.

“You’re so strange…” You both looked at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“I was bored, and I missed it!” He defended himself, watching your every move as you slinked closer to the bed, a seductive look gleaming in your eye. You’d had enough of this stupid no nut November thing, deciding once and for all the test his resolve. “What are you doing…?” He asked suspiciously when you clambered onto the bed, throwing your leg over his own and sitting just above his knees on his outstretched legs.

“Oh nothing…” You bit your bottom lip alluringly, his eyes watching your hands as they slowly peeled down his jogging bottoms. “Lift your hips like a good boy yeah?” You winked, his hips lifting automatically to your order. You pulled his joggers down, his boxers coming down with them. His hard cock sprang up to his t-shirt, your eyes zoning in on it like a predator hunting its prey. You pushed his t-shirt up, exposing his defined abs and smirking as a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip onto his stomach.

“Hey…don’t touch that penis missy.” He spoke with a dominating tone, you giggled, raising an eyebrow challengingly at him.

“Or what?”

“Or I lose no nut November!” He gulped, sighing and leaning his head back onto the soft pillow of your bed. “Fine. Touch it.”

“Yay!” You gripped his cock at the base, pulling it so it stood upright. Your touch took his breath away, a week proving to be too long for the absence of having his dick touched in a sexual manner. This is what he’d been craving since the he’d decided to take on this stupid challenge, and he knew he couldn’t last out long. You held eye contact with him, leaning down to rest the head of his cock on your bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.” He wasn’t used to this amount of dominance from you, it causing a firework of pleasure to burst inside his stomach.

“Suck my cock baby girl, make me cum.” You poked your tongue out, kitten licking another drop of pre-cum that spilled. The bitter taste didn’t bother you, and you actually enjoyed giving your boyfriend blowjobs, knowing a lot of your friends had different opinions on giving head. “Hurry.” His own dominance shone through, challenging your own and giving you the sensation of needing to comply to him. You fluttered your eyelashes at him, taking the head of his cock between your lips and sucking gently. “Oh fuck.” He wanted to bend his knees, but you were caging them underneath your body, restricting his movement. His fingers found their way into your hair, gripping at it gently. Without any warning, you took all of his hard length into your mouth, sucking harshly and bobbing your head up and down in perfect rhythm. Puffs of air left his parted lips as he tried to cope with the pleasure coursing through his cock, his toes curling in response.

You pulled off to wipe at your mouth, spit forming in the corners of your lips. You leaned forward, placing soft kisses on his abs and slowly trailing them back down to his red, leaking cock awaiting the presence of your warm mouth. You take him back in your mouth, making sure to stare into his soul as your drag your lips down his shaft and back up against tauntingly, letting your lips leave the tip with a pop. You use your hand to pump him fast, biting your bottom lip as his stomach starts to flex. He whimpered, squirming on the bed before letting out a loud grunt, his grip on your hair tugging harshly as he came. You’d opened your mouth in perfect time, white ribbons coating your tongue and lips.

“Fuck you look hot covered in my cum.” He panted, watching as you closed your mouth and made a point to lick your lips provocatively in front of him. “You’re a dirty girl.” He spoke lowly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he caught his breath. You let go of his cock, letting it flop to the side without cause. “Also, fuck you! I was doing great at no nut November and you just had to ruin it didn’t you!” After the bliss of his orgasm wore off, he sat up, pushing you onto your back against the bed. You squeaked in surprise, suddenly the ceiling being all you could see until Jaemin came into your view, his body hovering over your own.

“Punish me then.” Winking at him to rile him up, you trailed a hand over your own body, squeezing your boob over your clothes and grinning cheekily at him. “Do your worst.”

“You’re in for a long night baby girl.” He smirked his famous smirk at you, immediately diving in to suck at the crook of you neck.

No Nut November: Na Jaemin - Fail.

(A/N: Hello! Thank you so much to everyone whose liked/reblogged/commented and messaged me about this series. It’s been a wild ride and I’m overwhelmed from the love its gotten! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought of the series as a whole and whether you’d like me to do Destroy Dick December!)

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chemicalpink · 4 years

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NSFW Drabble Game

Hello! I am almost at 400 followers and as a way to say thank you so much for reading my works and interacting with me, I thought to do a little game, all you have to do is send a Member + one of the following plots/number to my ask and I’ll make sure to grant you your headcannon.

Also, I made this little list from the bunch of thrist tweets of “the type to” so all due credits to thristy stan twitter. I had so much fun reading all.

Warning: smut

the type to have you backstage with the members and he sees you getting a little too “friendly” so he pulls you out the room and into the storage room as he slams the door pushes you against the door with his hands up your skirt whispering “know your place princess”

the type to offer you back massage after you came home from work but slowly turning it into something more by starting to kiss down your spine

the type to have pink furry handcuffs

the type to want your knee grinding against his dick while you make out in bed, and have you bite on his lips and pull away to tease him enough that he will flip you over on you chest and hit it with his legs holding yours down, his hand holding the crook of your neck too

the type to pin you against the wall as you two are having a heated make-out session, rubbing his leg against you, smirking when you moan from the contact. Draping your legs over his shoulder and eating you out like a full course five stars Michelin—holding eye contact.

the type to make you lean your head over the edge of the couch so he could fuck your throat, but you gotta tap when you need air, but he’s so pissed he keeps fucking a few seconds longer to make you lightheaded and see "those pretty tears on your cheeks"

the type to blindfold you and tie you to the bedpost. Clipping a vibrator into you at the highest speed as he watches from across the room, smirking when you overstimulate and beg him to stop it—only to fuck your mouth as you slobber over his dick

the type to ram into you with one of yo legs over his shoulder either on a table or desk with a " milk me fucking dry" between each thrust, then slaps his dick on your clit after cumming on your stomach

the type to whisper dirty things in your ear while he rearranges your gut. "Milk this dick, princess" while he's fucking you from the back, tugging on your hair every time you clench around him.

the type to wake you up by finger fucking you then after you cum he still keeps going but this time he adds pressure to your stomach and goes faster while telling you to take it as you moan and whine from overstimulation.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out until you’re clean... like he the type to dive in your thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking your clit as he makes out w it

the type to cockwarm at a cinema and thrust into you when there's a quiet scene while whispering "ah ah ah ahh~ don't want anyone to hear those pretty moans" and rub your clit while he pounding.

the type to fuck you against the mirror while yanking your hair, balls deep as they slap against your clit. "You're so beautiful when I have you begging for my cock, Princess." Iron grip on your waist as he pounds into you making your legs buckle.

the type to nut all over your face after you give him some nasty head, just so he could make out with you and say "you like cleaning up with daddy, huh whore?" while he grabs ya chin/ neck, and spits before going back for round 2

the type to whine in your ear while running his hands all over your body crying it’s not enough he needs more of you while you ride him

the type to crawl underneath the table and eat you out while you're conversating with the boys. Pinching your clit and shoving his fingers roughly, making you overstimulate while holding eye contact and smirking at you

the type to slap your cheek and call you cute when he's halfway down your throat

the type to ask you to blindfold and handcuff him while you ride him, and if you come first, would want you to suck him off till he cries and pulls against the restraints from all the edging and overstimulation

the type to let you ride his thigh while he bites your neck

the type to catch you touching yourself, but instead of helping, he'd watch from where you can't see him. mf would smirk as you moaned for him but wouldn’t come to you till you finished 'now how about I give you the real thing, kitten?~'

the type to still keep thrusting as fast as a horse after you had the org@sm of your life

the type to randomly start fingering you while you both are on the couch watching movies

the type to fuck u senseless while your family is in the next room and if you make one noise he goes harder

the type to hold you by the back of your neck while y’all raw dogging, cause you were whining too much and he meant it when he said "imma shut yo ass up"

the type you give your pussy slow kisses while fingering you then starts to devour you whole

the type to make YOU answer the phone while fucking and not only that, he’ll make you put it on speaker and purposely fucks you harder

the type to keep sucking after you n/ut and look you in the eyes while you twitching.

the type to start up a life while you tied up to his bed with a vibe in and a gag on and play with the remote the entire time.

the type to jerk off in the bathroom while calling you, asking how your day was going as he runs his finger across his tip. Moaning and rolling his hips to your voice as he gets off to it.

the type to set his phone down and record when you ride him, got all ya tits in his hands and mouth so he has something to wank to when he’s travelling for work

the type to take Polaroids while he's balls deep, wanting to catch your reaction as your eyes roll to the back of your head

the type to take Polaroids of his c*m on ur t¡ts and put them on his wall

THE TYPE TO LET YOU RIDE HIS THIGH WHILE HE LAY BACK AND STARE YOU DOWN THEN HE SITS UP AND GRABS YOUR WAIST AND HOLD YOU DOWN AS HE BEGINS TO SHAKE HIS LEG UP AND DOWN AND SMIRK AT YOUR REACTIONS

the type to let you ride his thighs in a silk thong while he wears jeans, and every time you’re close to he’ll hold your hips still and would just laugh his pretty as laugh while you whine and bounce his knee

the type to bind your hands together and laugh at your cries while teasing you with sex toys not allowing you to cum “that’s right baby girl cry louder for daddy, you know I love it when you sing like that”

the type to wake up at night and dry hump you, wrapping his hands around your throat and waist, grunting and whimpering when the fabric of his boxers skim across his tip—rolling his hips as he grinds for more friction, liking the teasing feeling.

the type to cum in you, but will eat you out till you ain’t cum real nasty... like he the type to dive in yo thighs and take his cum, mix it with his spit, and use that shit as lube to finger you real fast while flicking yo clit as he makes out w it

the type to fuck you while standing forcing you to hold yourself up without his help “unless you wanna cum you better not fall on those pretty knees of yours babygirl”

the type to ask for bondage as he gets hard at the thought of you dominating him and making him beg for your touch. Biting and sucking his skin whole toying with him, making his skin burn with pleasure, pre-cum dripping from his cock as he rolls his hips at the thought

THE TYPE TO GROWL WHEN HE’S EATING YOU OUT-

the type to fu!k you in the bathroom while his parents are waiting outside

THE TYPE TO SIT IN THE CORNER COACHING TAE FUCKING YOU INTO THE MATTRESS AND THEN LATER JOINING

the type to finger you with his rings still on because he caught you staring at his hands.

the type to spit in your mouth then shoves his fingers in there then pull them back out then start rubbing your clit

the type to fuck you on the countertop until you squirt then have you clean it up after

the type to have one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand placed on your thigh while he driving

the type to punish you by tying you down and teasing you with sex toys not letting you actually fuck him

the type to pull u in the bathroom at a party and ask to face fuck you cause you look that good and it’s been turning him on all night, purposely does a facial so he could make out with it all open-mouthed while he grabs your face in one of his big ass hands... might drool

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror and whisper in your ear “look how pretty you are” then he’d put his hand around your throat and say “I’d bet you look prettier moaning my name”

the type to let you blow him off while he is playing an online match with his friends but when it’s over he grabs you by the throat bends you over his desktop and starts fucking you covering your mouth as you moaned louder as he loves the feeling

the type to press down on your stomach while he…

the type to fuck you up against the door while your family over and cover your mouth if you get too loud

the type to pull you to him by your hips then rub them with his big ass thumbs, slipping them under you waistband then back out over and over again while staring right in your face.

the type to guide your hips as you ride his thigh, he’d slow your hips down when he feels you growing close. “hold it,” he’d order in a strong voice as he begins to speed your hips up again, enjoying the tears that fall from your eyes as you try to hold ur orgasm.

the type to finger you while kissing your neck and whispering dirty things in him in your ear

the type to cum in your mouth just to make you spit it back out on his dick to use as lube to fuck you again

the type to get you right when you're about to cum, pull out, then tell you he wants to watch you finish yourself

the type to fuck you in front of a mirror telling you that you look beautiful. Then proceed to say that you’re Daddy’s little cockslut and that all you’re useful for is to be a cockwarmer

the type to sit you in his lap and gently rock you back and forth on his dick, holding you in place so you can't move on your own and taking what he wants from you

the type to let you suck his dick in his studio and every time you gag, he just smirks and pushes your head down harder, making you gag even harder

the type to make you cry from overstimulation and just when you think he’s done and about to let you rest he just laughs and tells you to be a good girl and give him one more-

the type to rip your panties off with his teeth and say “don’t worry I’ll buy you new ones”

the type to whisper do you like that? Want me to go deeper?

the type to growl in your ear while he pulls your hair and fucks you deep from behind, telling you not to cum until he commands you to

the type to guide your hips onto his dick and just before you sit he’d slam you down and hold you there for a min feeling how deep he is

#bts smut #bts imagine #bts headcanons #bts drabble game #bts smut game #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok #jimin #taehyung smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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mystic falls

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music: no one’s gonna love you by band of horses

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You made a sharp turn, and Kai stretched out his neck curiously as if he was seeing the highway for the first time. His head must be going nuts now, you assumed, after his long struggle to get out, after he finally was free, only to go back again, and into exactly the same world.

“So, it’s ‘94, right”, you said, just to say something. Kai looked at you like you were just a little stupid.

“Yeah. Why are we going to Mystic Falls?”

“I want another car. This planet must be full of abandoned cars”.

“Why do you want another car?”

You squeezed Chevy’s reliable leather steering wheel and thought about how much you despised everything that reminded you of Damon now. The road was silent and empty, and at first sight, there wasn’t anything special about it. On your way to the town, you stopped several times just to listen to the lifeless wind, while Kai sat patiently in the car. He was suspiciously nice. He was clearly trying to behave.

“I don’t want to be endlessly driving this piece of shit”.

“I thought you liked Chevrolets”, Kai reacted immediately. You raised your brow and looked at your clean knuckles. Those healed overnight, just like there was no trace of suffocation neither inside nor on the outside of your neck. You were the same as yesteday, again. That’s how this world worked, you figured.

“How do you even know that?”

You stopped yourself from adding,

I’ve known you for two weeks.

“You’re my girlfriend”, he smiled like the sun itself. The sunrays really did fill the car and you looked at him, his face drowning in the shining. Then the sun got cast by a small cloud.

“I needed to know everything about you”.

“I became your girlfriend after that one date we had?” you clarified.

“Yeah”.

No point arguing it now. It doesn’t really matter what you are to each other. Spouses. Who gives a fuck. You’re stuck here.

You thought that probably this will be the butt of a lot of pondering now. Doesn’t matter, because you’re stuck here.

“So, they’re just scattered around, like in a zombie apocalypse?” you asked, “the cars?”

Parker fidgeted in his seat, clearly excited about sharing something about this world with a person. There was finally some ground he could stand on; he knew more than you in this. He had some sense of control.

“Not scattered. The spell consists of several parts, it’s very complicated. One of the aspects is putting everything in order after you’ve made a copy of the world. My coven made the copy of their world at about eleven at night, so that second in this world repeats it in everything. But at that moment, obviously, in different parts of the world, all the objects were in motion. It’s day somewhere, night in another country, someone is flying in a plane, some cars are on the roads, maybe a brick is falling from the roof somewhere. So, all the things in motion are put back into their closest resting places by the spell. Like, if a car was on the road at the moment, it’s put into the nearest parking lot. Somewhere it’s still messy though. The spell obviously has a field of influence, and it’s not omnipotent”.

“So, the further from Portland, the messier things are?”

“Yeah”, Kai nodded, raiding Damon’s gloves compartment restlessly.

“In Australia, all the cars are just like in a zombie apocalypse. But some are like that even here. In New Orleans, on the King Street, there’s a red SUV standing in the middle of the road, like it’s been abandoned. And I don’t know why it got from under the spell”.

The witch shrugged and looked out of the window.

“You’re holding up well”, you noticed, dispassionately. After what he’s done, you didn’t want to be cute with him anymore. Didn’t want to show any more compassion. You had to get over your own bitterness first.

“Well, you’re with me. And I will find a way to get out. Don’t worry. We’ll think of something. You don’t pin down Kai Parker and get away with it. I’m...” he suddenly yawned, like a child, stretching out his arms and knocking on the ceiling with his fingers. You looked at how his face changed, as he performed this simple human motion. He had a hook inside of you, very deep, and you now felt it vividly. Kai somehow won you over, and you didn’t even notice. There was no use asking yourself again and again why you went with him.

“I’m real tired of this place”, he slapped his hand on your lap, “we’ll get out”.

“Don’t touch me”.

He gave you a long look.

“Are you still mad?”

“What about other things? Except cars? Electricity? Lights? Amusement parks? How is all working?”

“You can turn it off and on. If the street lights are automatic, they go on by themselves, and shut down in the morning. If you wanna have a ride on a ferris wheel, I can do that. I know how to operate virtually everything”.

“And the other times of day? You said it’s a copy of eleven at night. What about then?”

“Then the midnight comes, and it’s the tenth of May again. Well, in our time zone. In places where it was the eleventh, it’s the eleventh again and again. At midnight, everything restores back to place. Just like you”, he gestured towards your hands that were burned yesterday. “Whatever was hurt, heals, and resurrects. All the things you destroy get back up together. And work like they worked during the day. Basically everything is fully working, only, there’s nobody to operate it”.

“What if, say, at one in the morning, somebody broke a street light somewhere in... Houston?”

"There’s no one to break it now. The spell just copied the basic functioning state of things, but it neglected human interaction with them. The light that was supposed to be broken is fine here. Everything that was spoiled on that day by humans...” Kai looked out of the car almost melancholically, but it was very unlikely he acknowledged the poetry of his statement,

“Is safe from them here”.

You turned your face away not to let him see your expression. What he said somehow made you feel vulnerable to feeling, and you hummed.

“Unless you wanna go to Houston, find that exact street light and snap it, of course”.

“I don’t know where it is”, you replied philosophically.

“You have time enough to find it...”

“So, I can just walk into someone’s house and the taps will be working”.

“Yeah. You can watch TV, but it’s all the television from one day in ‘94. At seven in the morning they put on...”

“I don’t wanna know”.

“You get how it’s all very frustrating, right?”

“What about other forms of life?” you demanded. Kai kept quiet for some time as you drove into the empty streets of Mystic Falls. You stared around, barely recognizing your own hometown.

“I don’t get it, are you mad or not?”

“What do you think, am I mad? I am mad, Kai. I am fucking mad”.

“Because you’re in prison, or because I tried to kill you?”

You moved your mouth with exasperation and didn’t manage to utter anything.

“I said I was sorry. How many times do I have to apologize? Do you realize how much it means if I apologize to you?”

“I don’t think rules of normal interaction apply, honey”, you barked sarcastically, and his face still lit with delight at hearing the term of endearment. “This is the planet where there’s nobody else but us, so you don’t have any choice, and you’ll apologize as many times as I need you to”.

“Yeah, or I could actually kill you or lock you away somewhere so that you don’t get on my nerves”, he said.

You bit your lower lip, laughing. You knew now you had leverage, and it was beautiful. No amount of cockiness would diminish the raw need he demonstrated last night. And he knew it was his own mistake. Kai’s cheekbones got sharp like rock tops.

“And be alone?”

“I can use you however I want”.

“I’ll run away from you”.

“You can’t run away from me”.

He wasn’t smiling anymore.

You stopped the car in the clearing looking like a prehistorical parking lot. There was a couple of decent looking rides.

“You want me to freeze you out? You’re not the only one who can be manipulative, Parker. I can make you very miserable here. More miserable than you were before. You want that?”

You really had no idea what you were saying, but you made a threatening face. Kai’s eyes were wandering on it as he thought. There must have been a reason he had his eye on you in the first place.

Instead of getting scared, he got horny.

“I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to”, he murmured. The air became dense all of a sudden.

You got out of the car, and he moved, like your own shadow, mimicking your movements almost synchronized. You slapped the door with force just to shake off the goose bumps from your skin. The street was completey silent once again. It must alter your mind to live in such silence all the time. No chatter, no voices, no tires screeching, no horns. No doors banging, no bells, only the lonely howl of the clock tower. The wind, and your own steps. Crazy.

“Which one do you want?” he asked energetically, turning to the wide spectrum of cars parked in front of a coffee shop. You did not remember Mystic Falls like that.

“Do you know how to start a car?”

“In ninety-four, people left the keys inside”.

“Like in the movies? Above the wheel?”

He chuckled.

“Exactly”.

“Get the things from the trunk”, you said, and Kai frowned. You could feel with the back of your head he didn’t like being told what to do.

He could turn it all into sport, of course. Let you go, hunt you down. Keep killing you, use you however he wanted. But it seemed this time he really was tired of being alone. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behing the car and open the trunk, and get out the bag filled with clothes you stole from the Salvatore mansion.

Perhaps, for the first time in his life, Kai was slowly agreeing to comply, and to cowork with somebody. Perhaps he had a bigger plan. But it didn’t matter just now.

You walked to the wine red Dodge Ram and looked inside. It looked like the interior of the car was heated in the sun. All of a sudden, you wanted a coffee.

“Why were all cars so ugly in the nineties?” you asked, opening the door and getting into the driver’s seat. You shuffled around the wheel and found the keys were sticking out of the ignition. Someone must have stepped out of the car to have a smoke, or it was a reckless car owner who went into the shop to get a coffee and wasn’t worried about their car being nicked. But then again, it was ‘94. Life was so so much easier. As you watched Kai crawl up next to you and sigh contentedly, you asked yourself if life had been easier for him. Sometimes you forgot he was the ultimate nineties guy.

You started the engine and looked at Damon’s blue Chevy left by you in the middle of the parking lot, right in the center. Kai didn’t even close the trunk.

“What happens to her?”

“She stays here”, Kai said, buckling up. He raised his eyebrows at your questioning look.

“What? You’re driving like you’re trying to get back into the future”.

“You don’t like my driving, you can walk to Ohio”.

“You don’t have to be so mean about everything”, he cooed peacefully. You scoffed.

“Why does she stay here? Aren’t things supposed to align back after midnight?”

“Nah. Only damage falls under the order spell. The things you misplace stay where you left them. Same happens with travelling. You’re an object, too. Imagine how much harder this whole thing would suck if I got away from Oregon during the day and suddenly teleported back home when the clock strikes midnight”.

Parker smiled darkly.

“That would be the real prison”, you thought out loud. Kai gave you a vague look.

“No, you can take things with you. But the window you break restores back the next day... which is the same day”.

“And what about animals? No birds, no cats?”

“No. Only the smallest fellas here. You wouldn’t be able to breathe without them and... well, you need the smallest microbes”.

“So, if I cut myself on rusty iron, it will get infected”.

“Yeah. But you won’t suffer long, you’ll be fine at night”.

You hummed.

You looked into the back seat, guiding the wheel with one hand. Suddenly, driving became so easy when you knew there was nobody to run over, or witness your disgraceful style. Kai and his backseat driver opinions didn’t matter. You pulled your belly bag onto your knees and took out your phone, still alive.

“Good news, I have the charger for my phone”, you said. The simplistic, flowerless yet streets of the old Mystic Falls were sliding by idly. You sped up a little, listening to satisfying Ram roar.

“Bad news, I can’t connect it to the car radio, because the iPhones are not there yet, and bluetooth...”

You looked at Kai.

“Was it invented in 1999 or 2000?”

“Are you asking me? I’ve spent eighteen years locked away”.

“But you learnt about the world pretty quickly though. I know you’re very savvy in computer shit”.

“I’m gonna miss that”, Parker muttered, looking forwards on the road in front of you. Although he knew this world, and the things in it, he agreed on going back the whole way to look for an escape route. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore, or was indulging you for the sake of it; he agreed to go look for ‘something’. This something had no shape or size, and you didn’t know how it worked. Maybe he just wanted to move to create an illusion of progress. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of here to gut Damon.

#kai parker imagine #kai parker #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries #tvd imagine

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beetlebitchywitch · 3 years

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So hi! I wrote this fic back in December as part of a Secret Santa with the Dante’s Inferno AU crowd, and I got @neitherworld! And since some people are being RUDE and claiming self-shippers are just too cowardly to ship Beetleb@bes, here’s the fic I wrote of her OC Bambi and Movie Beej on a special night at Dante’s to show how fun of a character she is. Enjoy!

WARNING: Mild nudity, some sexy stuff, I’d say rated M but not fully NSFW

Like any normal night at Dante’s, the bass was thumping so heavily Bambi could feel it rattling her posture collar. Her eyes scanned the show floor, catching Madame’s gaze for only a moment before she was off to scold a random ghoul for getting too handsy during his lapdance. Up on the stage, Mal was winding around the pole in a way that enchanted everyone in attendance, though the way Lorelai’s wings glittered under the spotlight as she danced her famous “feather fan” number drew just as much attention. She grumbled good naturedly under her breath as she turned back to face the bar- honestly, those two had such natural moneymakers, and here she was stuck with a stupid jello neck. Whatever, her tits made up for any lack of “exotic” flavor. Speaking of flavor, the bright pink cocktail on the bartop was calling her name, set down gently by Niphera with a soft smile. Bambi squealed, bringing the drink to her lips before pausing for a moment, sending them a sly smile.

“NiNi, what’s in this exactly?” she asked, thrumming her perfectly manicured nails against the bartop. She knew how much her...electric personality could overwhelm them, so she tried her best to keep her energy to herself while holding a conversation with them.

“Nothing that will get you too drunk for your next set,” they chuckled, wiping down a glass absentmindedly. “You know Madame doesn’t like it when you perform after drinking too much.”

“Oh, what does she know?” she huffed, the cocktail sloshing a bit as she crossed her arms. “I happen to think that a little liquid courage makes my performances even better!”

“Perhaps. Or it could be like the time you yakked in a mafioso’s lap and had to use a week’s earnings to pay for his dry cleaning.”

Just the memory made Bambi pout even harder.

“Stupid prick, demon earns 20 times what I do shaking my ass by dealing in some shady shit and he has the nerve to take money outta my paycheck? And now I have to get cut off like some little baby impling.” She sighed deeply. “Whatever, this shit looks tasty anyway. Thanks, bubs.”

“Anytime,” Niphera said softly, getting back to pouring their next order of drinks. “Besides, it’s the least I could do on your birthday.”

Bambi’s eyes widened above the rim of her glass, which she excitedly put down with a beaming grin.

“My birthday? Goodness, how ever did you know about that?”

“Well, let’s see,” Niphera said with a sarcastic, but good natured bite. “Could it have been the notes under all of our pillows reminding us of your birthday? Or perhaps the sash you’re wearing right now that says ‘Birthday Girl’?”

Ok, so maybe Bambi could be a bit over the top. So she wanted a little extra attention on her special day, ain’t nothin’ wrong with that!

“Well, I’m glad my gentle reminders worked! Because today is my day and if I wanna celebrate it by getting wasted on Netherbooze and taking my top off, then that’s how I’m gonna do it!”

“Your top’s already off, Bam.”

She looked down, and then paused.

“...So it is...my bottoms then!”

With a heavy sigh, Niphera moved to the other side of the bar without a word, an unspoken cue for Bambi to leave them alone. Their relationship was odd, but Bambi did her best to make it work and respect their boundaries...most of the time. Sighing, she turned back to her drink, taking a few messy gulps and giggling when she could feel rivulets of booze trickling down her neck and between her tits. If anybody was watching her, they were sure getting a good show.

“Well hey there, little fawn. Ya sure seem to be enjoyin’ yourself.”

Bambi froze, her happy grin immediately turning to a small scowl. Of course he would be the one to show up looking for some tail and interrupting her night.

“What do you want, Juice?” she asked absentmindedly, “Can’t you see I’m a little busy?”

“Oh yeah, sure as hell can, sugar tits. I gotta admit, of all the fine specimens in this place, you sure do have the nicest rack,” he rasped, pulling out a slim cigarette and lighting it by setting the tips of his fingers on fire. He took a deep drag, holding it for a moment before letting out a hard cough, not even hiding his amused smirk when the smoke blew into Bambi’s face, causing her to break into a coughing fit. She glared up at him even as her lungs spasmed, questioning whether a slap to the face or a knee to the nuts would be more fun for her.

“Well,” she interjected, letting out her last few coughs. “You sure know how to treat a lady, don’t you?”

“Come on now, babes, I don’t see no lady here,” he said with a grin, taking another puff of his cig and thankfully blowing it behind him. “But I do see a smokin’ hot broad in need of a good time.”

“Since when do I have a good time with you?” she retorted, sticking her tongue impishly. She was exaggerating, of course- her and Beetlejuice had plenty of fun teasing and playing cat and mouse before retiring upstairs for a quickie, but tonight she was not in the mood. She was tipsy, she looked drop dead gorgeous with her tits out and smothered in body glitter, and she felt like a bad bitch, so she wasn’t about to let some shambling corpse turn her into his pet for the night. She turned back to her drink, fully intent on ignoring him completely until he went off to hump some other unlucky girl’s leg. After a few moments, when she could still feel his presence behind her, she grunted in annoyance, turning back around. “Ain’t anybody ever tell ya it’s impolite to stare, stunad?”

“Ooh, I didn’t know the little deer had claws,” he laughed, only infuriating her more. “Besides, ya ever known me to be polite? Remember who you’re talkin’ too, babes.”

God, she was getting so fed up with this conversation. She was not gonna let some lousy, rancid, good for nothin’ ghost ruin her big night. She turned her stool towards him and shot him with a withering stare, which infuriatingly only seemed to amuse him further. She was about to give her a piece of her mind when- “Well, would ya look at that. Didn’t realize I was talkin’ to the birthday girl.”

Her eyes widened, them flitting down to the sash practically crushed between her tits.

“Yeah…what’s it to ya?” she asked warily. Her and Beetlejuice had clearly never been fond of one another, so she doubted he had anything good up his sleeve for her, and goddammit she just wanted to enjoy her fucking birthday! “I swear to Satan, Juice, if you pull any funny shit I won’t even have to call Ivan, I’ll rip that pencil you call a dick off from between your legs myself.”

While she hoped she sounded even the tiniest bit threatening, she was met with a bellyaching laugh from the ghost with the most, causing her to pout and cross her arms indignantly.

“One helluva performance, dollface, but ya don’t gotta worry. Not even I would pull any tricks on a lady’s birthday. In fact…”

She watched with a difficultly admitted curiosity as he began to rustle around his filthy coat, cringing only slightly when puffs of dirt floated to the floor as he aggressively searched his multiple pockets. Seemingly finding what he was looking for, he rustled around for a few seconds more before pulling out-

Oh.

“Holy smokes,” Bambi murmured in awe, staring at the absolutely stunning diamond ring clutched between Beetlejuice’s fingertips. With a high pitched squeal, she bounced up and down on the stool, reaching out to snatch the ring from him and slide it onto her finger. “A little snug, but damn that’s one helluva rock! Juice, what-”

“Least I could do, since it’s your birthday and all, kid,” he said dismissively, looking...sheepish? Bambi smirked, grabbing onto the lapels of his coat and pulling him in close, noticing how his eyes immediately fell to her exposed tits now that there was only a foot between them, wide with shock that she was actually seemingly coming onto him.

“Is that all you wanted to give me for my birthday, BJ?” she asked sweetly, her words so laden with honey that you’d think they were in a beehive. Immediately, his demeanor flipped from shock back to his typical shtick, growling softly beneath his breath as he wrapped both arms around her waist, reveling in the softness of her skin.

“I can think of a million things I could do to that pretty little body that’d make this birthday one you’d never forget, little fawn,” he growled softly. This close, she could smell the musty dampness of him, though it never perturbed her, letting out a tiny squeal of a giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Just one question, Juice,” she whimpered teasingly, letting her tongue drag lasciviously across her lower lip. She could feel the ache in him as he held her close, but it was always her MO to tease before letting him have her...if she would let him have her.

“Anything, doll,” he assured her, clutching her waist tighter with desperation. “Ya wanna go topside and wreak some havoc? Come home covered in blood and fuck while we’re all messy? Come on, babes, say the word and I’ll have ya back before Madame can notice yer gone.”

“Mm, that does sound nice,” she mused, sliding one hand down his cheek and chest before walking her fingers back up slowly, daintily, feeling his need for her increase with every gentle touch. “But BJ, I gotta know…” She cupped his jaw and pulled him in close, her lips hovering above his ear as she spoke with the softest whisper. “...Is the rock real?”

She had her answer just by the way he stiffened in her arms. Fucking cheapskate.

“Now hold on, babes, ya don’t understa-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, she was out of his arms and grabbing the last half of her drink, splashing it in his face without a care. God did it fill her with power to see him standing there, floundering with booze dripping down his skin and suit and taking a layer of grime with it. She smirked, hopping down off her stool with her typical bounciness.

“Find some other pussy to give herpes to, Juice,” she quipped happily, as if she hadn’t just threw her drink in his face. “If ya wanted a cheap slut, you shouldn’t have come knockin’ on my door...I’m keepin’ the ring though. It may be fake, but hey, so is half of me!”

And with that, she was back off to the floor, sliding up a pole without a care in the world as the crowd cheered around her, and Beetlejuice just continued to stare. She knew he’d get her back for this someday, but for now, she had to say that, either living or dead, this was the best birthday she’d ever had.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice fanfic #beetlejuice fic #beetlejuice fanfiction #Beetlejuice x oc #dante’s inferno #Dante’s inferno au #beetleb@bes dni #I mean it #I’ve got more important shit to do than argue about fandom discourse so don’t even try

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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The Star Trek: The Original Series Episodes That Best Define the Franchise

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By the time my generation got to watch Star Trek: The Original Series, the episodes often were being presented in top-ten marathons. When I was ten-years-old, for the 25th Anniversary of Star Trek, I tape-recorded a marathon of ten episodes that had all been voted by fans as the best-ever installments of The Original Series. Later, I got lucky and found Trek stickers at the grocery store and was able to label my VHS tapes correctly. But do I think all the episodes that were in that marathon back in 1991 were really the best episodes of all of the classic Star Trek? The short answer: no. Although I love nearly every episode of the first 79 installments of Star Trek, I do think that certain lists have been created by what we think should be on the list rather than what episodes really best represent the classic show.

This is a long-winded way of saying, no, I didn’t include “Amok Time” or “The Menagerie” on this list because, as great as they are, I don’t think they really represent the greatest hits of the series. Also, if you’ve never watched TOS, I think those two episodes will throw you off cause you’ll assume Spock is always losing his mind or trying to steal the ship. If you’ve never watched TOS, or you feel like rewatching it with fresh eyes, I feel pretty strong that these 10 episodes are not only wonderful, but that they best represent what the entire series is really about. Given this metric, my choice for the best episode of TOS may surprise you…

10. “The Man Trap”

The first Star Trek ever episode aired should not be the first episode you watch. And yet, you should watch it at some point. The goofy premise concerns an alien with shaggy dog fur, suckers on its hand, and a face like a terrifying deep-sea fish. This alien is also a salt vampire that uses telepathy that effectively also makes it a shapeshifter. It’s all so specifically bonkers that trying to rip-off this trope would be nuts. Written by science fiction legend George Clayton Johnson (one half of Logan’s Run authorship) “The Man Trap” still slaps, and not because Spock (Leonard Nimoy) tries to slap the alien. Back in the early Season 1 episodes of Star Trek, the “supporting” players like Uhura and Sulu are actually doing stuff in the episode. We all talk about Kirk crying out in pain when the M-113 creature puts those suckers on his face, but the real scene to watch is when Uhura starts speaking Swahili. The casual way Uhura and Sulu are just their lovable selves in this episode is part of why we just can’t quit the classic Star Trek to this day. Plus, the fact that the story is technically centered on Bones gives the episode some gravitas and oomph. You will believe an old country doctor thinks that salt vampire is Nancy! (Spoiler alert: It’s not Nancy.)

9. “Let that Be Your Last Battlefield”

There are two episodes everyone always likes to bring up when discussing the ways in which Star Trek changed the game for the better in pop culture’s discourse on racism: “Plato’s Stepchildren” and this episode, “Let that Be Your Last Battlefield.” The former episode is famous because Kirk and Uhura kiss, which is sometimes considered the first interracial kiss on an American TV show. (British TV shows had a few of those before Star Trek, though.) But “Plato’s Stepchildren” is not a great episode, and Kirk and Uhura were also manipulated to kiss by telepaths. So, no, I’m not crazy about “Plato’s Stepchildren.” Uhura being forced to kiss a white dude isn’t great.

But “Let that Be Your Last Battlefield,” oddly holds up. Yep. This is the one about space racism where the Riddler from the ‘60s Batman (Frank Gorshin) looks like a black-and-white cookie. Is this episode cheesy? Is it hard to take most of it seriously? Is it weird that Bele (Frank Gorshin) didn’t have a spaceship because the budget was so low at that time? Yes. Is the entire episode dated, and sometimes borderline offensive even though its heart is in the right place? Yes. Does the ending of the episode still work? You bet it does. If you’re going to watch OG Star Trek and skip this episode, you’re kind of missing out on just how charmingly heavy-handed the series could get. “Let that Be Your Last Battlefield” is like a ‘60s after-school special about racism, but they were high while they were writing it.

8. “Arena”

You’re gonna try to list the best episodes of Star Trek: The Original Series and not list the episode where Kirk fights a lizard wearing gold dress-tunic? The most amazing thing about “Arena” is that it’s a Season 1 episode of The Original Series and somehow everyone involved in making TOS had enough restraint not to ever try to use this Gorn costume again. They didn’t throw it away either! This famous rubber lizard was built by Wah Chang and is currently owned by none other than Ben Stiller.

So, here’s the thing about “Arena” that makes it a great episode of Star Trek, or any TV series with a lizard person. Kirk refuses to kill the Gorn even though he could have, and Star Trek refused to put a lizard costume in a bunch of episodes later, even though they totally could have. Gold stars all around.

7. “Balance of Terror”

The fact that Star Trek managed to introduce a race of aliens that looked exactly like Spock, and not confuse its viewership is amazing. On top of that, the fact that this detail isn’t exactly the entire focus of the episode is equally impressive. The notion that the Romulans look like Vulcans is a great twist in The Original Series, and decades upon decades of seeing Romulans has probably dulled the novelty ever so slightly. But, the idea that there was a brutally cold and efficient version of the Vulcans flying around in invisible ships blowing shit up is not only cool, but smart.

“Balance of Terror” made the Romulans the best villains of Star Trek because their villainy felt personal. Most Romulan stories in TNG, DS9, and Picard are pretty damn good and they all start right here.

6. “Space Seed”

Khaaaan!!!! Although The Wrath of Khan is infinitely more famous than the episode from which it came, “Space Seed” is one of the best episodes of The Original Series even if it hadn’t been the progenitor of that famous film. In this episode, the worst human villain the Enterprise can encounter doesn’t come from the present, but instead, the past. Even though “Space Seed” isn’t considered a very thoughtful episode and Khan is a straight-up gaslighter, the larger point here is that Khan’s evilness is connected to the fact that he lived on a version of Earth closer to our own.

The episode’s coda is also amazing and speaks of just how interesting Captain Kirk really is. After Khan beat the shit out of him and tried to suffocate the entire Enterprise crew, Kirk’s like “Yeah, this guy just needs a long camping trip.”

5. “A Piece of the Action”

A few years back, Saturday Night Live did a Star Trek sketch in which it was revealed that Spock had a relative named “Spocko.” This sketch was tragically unfunny because TOS had already made the “Spocko” joke a million times better in “A Piece of the Action.” When you describe the premise of this episode to someone who has never seen it or even heard of it, it sounds like you’re making it up. Kirk, Spock, and Bones are tasked with cleaning-up a planet full of old-timey mobsters who use phrases like “put the bag on you.” Not only is the episode hilarious, but it also demonstrates the range of what Star Trek can do as an emerging type of pop-art. In “A Piece of the Action,” Star Trek begins asking questions about genres that nobody ever dreamed of before. Such as, “what if we did an old-timey gangster movie, but there’s a spaceship involved?”

4. “Devil in the Dark”

When I was a kid, my sister and I called this episode, “the one with giant pizza.” Today, it’s one of those episodes of Star Trek that people tell you defines the entire franchise. They’re not wrong, particularly because we’re just talking about The Original Series. The legacy of this episode is beyond brilliant and set-up a wonderful tradition within the rest of the franchise; a monster story is almost never a monster story

The ending of this episode is so good, and Leonard Nimoy and Shatner play the final scenes so well that I’m actually not sure it’s cool to reveal what the big twist is. If you somehow don’t know, I’ll just say this. You can’t imagine Chris Pratt’s friendly Velicrapotrs, or Ripper on Discovery without the Horta getting their first.

3. “The Corbomite Maneuver”

If there’s one episode on this list that truly represents what Star Trek is usually all about on a plot level, it’s this one. After the first two pilot episodes —“Where No Man Has Gone Before” and “The Cage”—this was the first regular episode filmed. It’s the first episode with Uhura and, in almost every single way, a great way to actually explain who all these characters are and what the hell they’re doing. The episode begins with Spock saying something is “fascinating” and then, after the opening credits, calling Kirk, who is down in sickbay with his shirt off. Bones gives Kirk shit about not having done his physical in a while, and Kirk wanders through the halls of the episode without his shirt, just kind of holding his boots.

That’s just the first like 5 minutes. It just gets better and better from there. Like a good bottle of tranya, this episode only improves with time. And if you think it’s cheesy and the big reveal bizarre, then I’m going to say, you’re not going to like the rest of Star Trek.

2. “The City on the Edge of Forever”

No more blah blah blah! Sorry, wrong episode. Still, you’ve heard about “The City on the Edge of Forever.” You’ve heard it’s a great time travel episode. You’ve heard Harlan Ellison was pissed about how the script turned out. You heard that Ron Moore really wanted to bring back Edith Keeler for Star Trek Generations. (Okay, maybe you haven’t heard that, but he did.)

Everything you’ve heard about this episode is correct. There��s some stuff that will make any sensible person roll their eyes today, but the overall feeling of this episode is unparalleled. Time travel stories are always popular, but Star Trek has never really done a time travel story this good ever again. The edge of forever will always be just out of reach.

1. “A Taste of Armageddon”

Plot twist! This excellent episode of TOS almost never makes it on top ten lists. Until now! If you blink, “A Taste of Armageddon” could resemble at least a dozen other episodes of TOS. Kirk and Spock are trapped without their communicators. The crew has to overpower some guards to get to some central computer hub and blow it up. Scotty is in command with Kirk on the surface and is just kind of scowling the whole time. Kirk is giving big speeches about how humanity is great because it’s so deeply flawed.

What makes this episode fantastic is that all of these elements come together thanks to a simplistic science fiction premise: What if a society eliminated violence but retained murder? What if hatred was still encouraged, but war was automated? Star Trek’s best moments were often direct allegories about things that were actually happening, but what makes “A Taste of Armageddon” so great is that this metaphor reached for something that could happen. Kirk’s solution to this problem is a non-solution, which makes the episode even better. At its best classic Star Trek wasn’t just presenting a social problem and then telling us how to fix it. Sometimes it was saying something more interesting — what if the problem gets even harder? What do we do then?

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The humor and bombast of “A Taste of Armageddon” is part of the answer to that unspoken question, but there’s also a clever lesson about making smaller philosophical decisions. In Star Wars, people are always trying to rid themselves of the dark side of the Force. In Star Trek, Kirk just teaches us to say, “Hey I won’t be a terrible person, today” and then just see how many days we can go in a row being like that.

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Paper Man.”

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED: GORE, VIOLENCE, MORAL AMBIGUITY

Ok guys, I am giving this a rated R for violence specifically. I wanted to play around with some extreme moral issues, and I ended up doing just that. So if you didn’t read the horror chapter, then I suggest very much not reading this one.

It is the third and last installment to my little prison series, so you can imagine what might be in here. I leave it up to you to decide if you can handle it or not. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. :)

I designed this specifically to expose Adam’s character to an extreme situation hes probably not emotionally equipped for.

Commander Vir wiped a smear of excess inc from the man’s skin and sat back to view his handiwork. He had to admit that he was definitely getting better now that he had figured out how to use the damned machine. Not to mention that he spent most of his free time drawing for fear that he was going to screw up and get his ass kicked.

In all honesty, he could have been a pretty talented artist if he had ever bothered to practice, but he hadn’t drawn, conventionally, since he was in middle school and, as a result, his drawing had suffered . However, now that he was in prison, he had a surprising amount of free time to work on extracurricular skills. If he wasn’t pumping iron with the others, he was working on a new tattoo design or applying the inc.

While it sucked pretty hard core to be here, he had found a relatively safe middle ground. Being able to do inc gave him certain privileges among the other humans, not to mention his personal connection to krill, who was invaluable as the crew’s medic. Having worked at the biggest trauma center in the galaxy, the kind of wounds they generally received was a cakewalk to the little alien.

The problem…..well, that was the Drev, and the fact that every human and their dog had, at one point, boasted to the larger, scarier aliens about having a member of operation steel-eye in their ranks. They did pretty much everything but directly mention his name, but they may as well have been dancing a naked jig around him with signs directed at his chest saying “Here I am come shank me.”

He wasn’t sure how well the goading would work with Drev. He had learned from Sunny, that a good Drev considered war to be impersonal, and those who beat you in battle were supposed to be treated with respect, but this was also coming from the Drev whose mother had gone off the deep end and plotted to destroy humanity, so he had a feeling he couldn’t rely on Drev honor to keep him from getting eviscerated.

He cleaned his tools off in the best way he knew how and allowed the man to finally take a look. He held his breath.

The man examined the tattoo for a very long moment, and for this horrible second, Adam feared he was about to be pounded into the concrete, “Good work Steel!” Instead, he got a heavy slap on the back, which probably would have slammed him into the pavement anyway for his trouble, but it simply sent him into a stagger, and the other man walked away flexing his arm. Adam grimaced. He wasn’t entirely sure had to do proper, post-art care was going to work down here, and just had to hope that the man wouldn’t end up with some sort of nasty infection.

His hopes were not particularly high.

At least Krill would be there to clean up the aftermath.

The rest of the humans were outside again today, but technically, all the facilities were open, still he preferred to go back upstairs to his cell for some privacy. He tucked the little case of tools into his single pocket and made his way into the building and towards the stairs. The Drev had taken the TV today and was watching some horrible remake of a classic 2000 movie. There were a lot of explosions and 0 practical effects.

Seemed like a drev thing to do, and he tried to remain unseen as he moved up the stairs and towards his cell. He made it there safely enough, got some privacy and, stupidly, stepped out just in time to meet a group of drev walking down the catwalk.

He froze just outside his room staring at them. They paused to look at him. No one moved for the longest time. Multiple arms flexed, and the large female at the front dropped her head aggressively over her throat. It didn’t take a genius to know what that meant, and before he knew it, his heart was hammering in his throat, his vision had tunneled, and his feet hammered against the catwalk as he bolted for the stairs.

A drev war cry rose behind him, and feet thundered against metal sending terrible vibrations up through his shins and knees. He made it to the stairs and nearly tripped. He caught himself with one hand watching as a life a paralysis flashed before his eyes. The thundering behind him grew stronger, so in a moment of panic, he flung himself over the side of the railing and dropped to the ground almost fifteen feet below. He took the entire impact through the inferior metal of his prosthetic leg collapsing onto the concrete with a sharp thud. Pain blossomed from that same same hip rocketing up his side and into his chest.

Something in the prosthetic snapped and splintered, but he didn’t have time to think about that, dragging himself to his feet and limping pst the tables, shoving other prisoners aside, and ducking past confused drev now being galvanized into action by the war cries of their leaders.

“RUN STEEL, RUN!” There was a thunderous roar, and a wave of humans came crashing into the tables stopping the Drev in their tracks as they tried to follow after Adam.

One prisoner wrenched a chair form the floor and clobbered a Drev in the head with it. Lights and sirens exploded around them as the guards came pouring onto the catwalks screaming for everyone to get down. The riot continued behind him as he scrambled on his busted prosthetic. He looked over his shoulder just in time to duck under the angry swing of an approaching Drev.

He hit the floor on hands and toes for a moment scrambling under a table before racing forward into one of the auxiliary hallways. A table collapsed behind him as the Drev leaped atop it. Cells flashed by him and footsteps gained.

More lights flashed, and the cell doors began to close slowly.

Footsteps were gaining, and were almost upon him as a hand shot out form one of the cells and bodily dragged him through the door, just as it was shutting. He collapsed to the concrete floor just as the Drev slammed into the bars reaching through for him with all four limbs, which it immediately regretted as a metal pipe was rammed into it’s outstretched hands. It cursed in it’s guttural language and drew back angrily.

Adam looked up to find a man standing just to his side. He was an unassuming thin man with little circular glasses, and a slightly soft physique, but he was grinning and stuck out his tongue out at the Drev who then stepped back growling and walked away knowing that he could not make it through the bars. The man dropped the pipe on the bed and turned to look at Adam.

“Close call there, Commander.”

Adam blinked in confusion and shock, “You, you know who I am?”

The man smiled, “Know who you are, I’d have to be living under a rock not to know. I have been following your career for a very long time. A big fan actually.” He held out a hand and hauled Adam to his feet, “Surprised the other's haven't figured it out yet, your disappearance has been all over the news.”

Adam limped over to the bed and sat down pulling up his pant leg to examine the damaged prosthetic. The plastic casing had been completely cracked up one side, and a few of the shock-absorbent springs had been popped from their sockets. The inside of the casing rattled. He frowned.

“I…. thanks for saving my life.”

The man just grinned, “happy to help an intergalactic hero.”

Adam awkwardly waved a hand, but inside he was more than relieved to have found someone who actually believed him. The man seemed pretty trustworthy compared to the others, and he wondered what kind of crime the man could have commuted to get himself into this sort of mess. He didn’t exactly seem like the type to be involved in overtly violent crime. Perhaps he was here on accident, just like Adam himself.

“I had actually been meaning to approach you earlier, but you got snagged up by the guys in the yard so fast, I didn’t really have the time.”

“And you weren't?” he wondered

The man shook his head, “No, I was a late night transfer. No one was here when I showed up, so I was able to fly under the radar. I don’t leave my cell all that much accept for meals, and they generally tend to ignore me.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It is, but it is also nice to have a little company every now and again. And the company of someone like you is even better. Someone who isn’t actually a violent criminal.”

“Than what are you here for if not violent crime.”

The man waved a hand, “Just something stupid. More of a misunderstanding really. Personally I think it was no big deal, but it really bothered some important people,and I ended up here. I Think they hope that I am going to rot here and be forgotten, but I don’t plan on that happening. I plan on serving my time, getting out and going back to my old life as it was.”

“That sounds nice, I would give pretty much anything to be back to my ship.” he sighed and leaned back against the concrete wall, “if I am being honest, It is nice to be around someone who isn’t totally nuts.”

“Personally, I think we should make this a habit.”

“Alright, I can agree to that…. What’s your name by the way?”

“Ted, Ted Gacey.” The two men shook hands, a pleasure to meet you.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks were dangerously close to turning into months. He had narrowly dodged a few more conflicts with the Drev, and the Boss had taken to sending him around with bodyguards as a show of force. That made slipping away to have privacy kind of difficult, but he had managed it meeting with his new friend on occasion to play cards in the other man’s single-bed cramped cell. It seemed as if the two of them had a lot in common, or at least enough. They had the same idea with current intergalactic politics, they had some of the same hobbies, and tended to agree with each other on more social issues.

It was a nice breath of fresh air.

Adam had even introduced krill to his new friend. Krill had been wary of the man from the beginning, but to be fair he was wary of pretty much everyone, and the Commander could hardly blame him. This was a prison after all, and most of the people who were here, were here for a reason, reasons they tended to make plainly obvious through their actions.

Despite being safeguarded from the Drev by other humans, he still wasn’t safe. On more than one occasion he had narrowly dodged some sort of altercation with one of the humans in the party. Generally it was over the asking price of a tattoo, which was based on yard currency in cigarettes and pills. Generally he ended up just handing them over to avoid an altercation. The issue with that is it meant some people knew they could squeeze him for his cash, and often came back to do so. He didn’t want to tell the boss for fear of being labeled a snitch, which was a pretty big insult in the yard, so he made sure to keep his earnings off his person at all times, and often lied to the guys when they came looking telling them that he had lost his currency to another guy with the same idea.

He wasnt looking forward to the day when the lying would catch up with him, but so was his current life. Of course there was also the occasional issue regarding his issue in holding his tongue, and he had ended up accidentally insulting someone on more than one occasion. He had been punched at least twice in the intervening months, but he supposed it could have been worse. He hadn’t broken his nose and both eye sockets were still in tact, so it could have been worse.

His third Issue came from Krill himself. While the little alien was mostly to fearful to do anything other than what he was ordered to do, he had an unfortunate sarcastic streak, which got him into trouble on occasion. Adam was forced to either talk the guys down, or turn the wrath away from his friend often resulting in a drop in pay, some sort of bargain or taking a hit. He was getting pretty sick and tired of it.

If he was being totally honest with himself, he had a relatively low pain threshold. He didn’t like getting kicked around. He wanted out of this place so badly, but the longer the days dragged on, the less hope he had. It was only a matter of time until something truly horrible happened, and there would be no way for him to stop it. How much was he willing to deal with?

He woke up as the hand clamped over his mouth. His eyes shot open, but his scream was muffled as the heavy, slick palm pressed into his face. He trashed against hands that held him down, but they were too strong. In groggy horror and fear he realized this was it, this was the end.

The event he had been waiting for.

The hand tightened, “Stop struggling, and shut up for a minute.” The voice hissed.

He grew very still breathing heavy, ragged breaths through his nose heart hammering eyes prickling with moisture brought on by total fear.

“It’s just me Steel, the boss. Now, I am going to remove my hand, and you are going to be silent.” A hint of relief, and he nodded his head as the hand was removed. He took a clear cleansing air of the musty cell and sat up.

The boss knelt next to his bed with krill hovering nervously behind him.

He rubbed his eyes, “What’s going on?” Adam asked groggily

The man held a finger to his lips “The boys and I just got word of someone on this block that has a less than stellar record.” Adam didn’t bother to point out the irony as the man continued, “This will be your chance to prove your loyalty to the yard kid. In the morning, we are going to fuck this son of a bitch up.”

Adam rubbed the back of his head nervously, “What…. What did he do.”

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself.” the man whispered, passing over a tiny screen showing the man’s incarceration records. As he read, Adam’s stomach twisted and hisirst reaction was one of visceral anger and an incomprehensible burning hatred. He tried to choke it back disgusted with his own feelings, but they kept coming back…. Images of his fists bloody with someone else’s blood.

The Boss chuckled darkly, “Thought you might have that reaction. You know how I feel about people who hurt kids.”

Adam wiped his mouth feeling nauseous pushing the screen back towards the boss

“So when you say, fuck him up.”

“I mean, we’re gonna kill him.”

Adam was suddenly struck with the most uncomfortable sensation in his entire life, a horrible sinking twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach negated and confused by the ravenous anger and glee that he felt at the idea. The feeling was horrible wrenching him in two different directions. One spoke with the voice of his mother and urged him to take the high road. It wasn’t his job to take care of these sort of problems, it was never okay to hurt people that is what the law was for, but another part of him disagreed. This was a lawless planet, and the law was broken besides it didn’t matter after reading that report he knew for certain that the an deserved worse than death, so really killing him was a mercy.

The nausea grew worse the more he thought. He was stuck inside a living nightmare. He couldn’t make a decision like this. Either way he would never be able to live with himself. If he chose to go along with he prisoners, he would be partially responsible for a murder, but if he didn’t he would, in essence, be siding with a monster.

The boss glowered at him with his dark, beady eyes, “You aren't going to chicken out on us are you? You know what this guy did. Not going to side with him are you because if you don’t help us ...”

He let the threat hang on the dark air of the cell. Adam felt his heart sinking even further, and now if he didn’t help murder someone he would be taking the side of the monster, and everyone would blame him for it. Who knows what would happen to him after that. He glanced over at Krill who could only look on at him in pity. He probably had no idea the internal struggle he was having right now, but it hardly mattered. Krill knew that this wasn’t going to be good.

“Who is this guy….” Adam wondered, “Someone we know?”

The man scrolled down on the report, “The guy’s name is Ted, seems to have managed to fly under the radar since getting here.”

Adam felt his heart go cold.

No no no no please no.

The screen turned to face him, and his stomach dropped into the very void itself. He knew that face, he knew that face as a friend, someone he liked, someone he had confided in, someone he had respected, someone he assumed had been innocent. He had played cards with him bemoaned their current living situation. The man had told him his crime was ‘no big deal. He felt nauseous and angry all over again. How could he help kill someone he had liked. How could he even feel remorse for a lying sack of shit that DESERVED to die. Why did he feel bad for WANTING to choke the life out of that man.

The competing emotions made him sick for real. His stomach churned.

The boss patted him on the back, “I know as a matter of course that the guy comes out once a day to eat. Tomorrow at noon, we strike. Made a truce with the bats and the beetles to get in the way of the guards so we can finish the job.”

“But… you hate the Drev.” he whispered his voice choked.

“I do, but I hate this guy even more.” He stood stretching, “I will leave you to a good night’s rest, Steel. Make sure you have your strength for tomorrow.” He got up and left as silently as he had come. Krill remained floating at the side of the cell. Commander Vir remained paralyzed where he sat. Conversations flashed through his head, he remember the man’s face, and couldn’t help his imagination as he wondered how those kids felt. Then his imaginings grew violent. He felt tendons squeeze and pop below his hands as he choked the life out of that man.

He lurched violently from his bed bracing himself with one hand against the wall as he hovered over the toilet. Behind him, his cellmate shifted in his sleep. His mouth watered as it tends to right before one loses their lunch. He squeezed his eyes shut. His skin crawled as he remembered every time that man had touched him, thought about where those hands had been and what they had done.

Saliva dripped in silver strings from his mouth. His stomach clenched. He dry heaved once, but nothing came up, and it didn’t even give him the courtesy of happening fading enough so he stood back up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Krill stood worriedly next to him as he sunk down to the floor next to the shiny silver bowl face in his hands

“What are you going to do?” krill whispered.

“I… I don’t know.” he gripped his hair in both fists still nauseous feeling sick and disgusting wishing that he could scrub off the first layer of his skin. Wishing that he had never ended up in this hell hole, “You only have one option….. You have to do it…” Krill’s voice was regretful but clearly resigned.

He dragged his fingers down his face, “I ...I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.” His stomach churned.

Krill stared at him in confusion sensing a but.

“But…. I want to…. Krill he he LIED to me, and he…. The things he’s done.” he shook his head as a flash of inhuman or perhaps superhuman anger rushed through him, “he deserves to DIE!” Krill took a step back from him in surprise. The anger faded again to a dep profound sickness, “Krill I… I don’t know what to do. Killing people it isn’t right, hurting people isn’t right, no matter how much I want to do it…… and i want to do it Krill. I've never wanted anything so bad before. I it scares me.” His voice dropped to a whisper.

Krill rested one of his appendages on the man’s shoulder face buried back in his hands, “I don’t entirely understand.”

He looked up agonized green eye caught in the dim light of the cell, “I…. he deserves to die Krill…. After reading that. I want nothing more than to kill him. That’s the most monstrous inhuman horrible thing that a person can do, and every…. Every fiber of my being want to hurt him, wants to make him suffer.” His voice hissed through his teeth with the strength of his anger before churning downwards, “But ... but I’m supposed to be better than that, Krill. Commander of the UNSC I am an upholder of the law, I i cant stoop to beating people to death. I can't do this. If I did this I would just prove I’m not worthy to hold the position, and I would disappoint everyone who has ever known me I’d disappoint myself. Id become one of them.” He glanced towards the door, “Thi issue is supposed to be something for the law.” He tugged at his hair in frustration, “But the law here is so twisted….. Krill I…. I don’t know what to do.”

Krlil Could only stand and watch helpless as the human struggled internally. Krill himself understood what was logical. The idea of a moral right and wrong was not something he could entirely comprehend. Things either made sense, or they didn’t and right now following rule of the gang was the only thing that made sense. The guy deserved it, the commander wanted too, and he would be punished if he didn’t, so there seemed to be only one logical course of action.

But then again, the man had always had a strong ‘moral compass’ and it could potentially cause some severe psychological damage if he did…. Something that other species would never have to deal with. Either way he would lose.

Krill tried to comfort his friend, but paranoia made him return to his cell for fear of retribution leaving Commander Vir alone in the dark curled in a ball head in hands wishing more than anything that he could be anywhere else than struggling with his own indecision. The gut most human part of him leading to violence while the higher part of him told him it was wrong.

He didn’t sleep that night.

The star rose on an unsuspecting landscape. The prison doors opened with a buzz and prisoners staggered rubbing their eyes groggily as they moved out into the hall. Commander Vir stepped from his room like a zombie eyes red face pale, only to be greeted by the other members of the crew who shared wolfish, knowing looks.

He didn’t have the stomach for breakfast, and sat, staring down the hall with a hammering heart. The hours ticked on bringing him closer and closer to a decision.

His heart ached.

Sitting out in the yard, head bowed face down, he still hadn’t come to a decision. He could hear the other humans muttering around him with anticipation for what was to come. He wished the guards would take notice of the strange behavior and act on it. They had to know something was up, with the prisoners sitting around doing nothing, looking hungrily towards the mess hall doors like a pack of ravening animals.

He didn’t want any part of this.

He had never thought in a million years that he would have to make this sort of decision, and what was worse, he hated how he felt. He wanted nothing more than to watch this guy get what was coming to him.

If he really was a good person, if he really cared, wouldn’t he tell someone?

There was a sharp whistle, and all the men on the yard stood eagerly from their seats and headed towards the doors. His heart sank into his chest, and he stood but had trouble making himself move. A hand clamped about hi shoulder from behind, and he was shoved towards the open doors, “Don’t chicken out on us now Steel.” Smiley whispered from behind.

He was pushed through the door sitting down at a table slightly away from the others. He had ordered Krill off to his cell for the duration of what was about to happen. He didn’t want the little alien to have to see what was about to happen. If he could have, he would have made it so that HE didn’t have to see what was going on.

He didn’t see how the guards couldn’t sense what was about to happen. The tension in the air was palpable and could have been hacked through with a dull knife. He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, hoping that the man would not come through those doors. Perhaps he would stay in his cell today, and no one would be the wiser. Perhaps someone would come and find him before this was all said and done, and he wouldn’t have to hear about it.

He tried to fight back those thoughts, the thoughts of a coward. Just because he wasn’t here didn’t mean that he should ignore it. He couldn't’ just wash his hands of the situation

He SHOULD get up and tell the guards what was going to happen and consequences be damned.

But another part of him, a secret dark part of him….. Refused to bring himself to do it. That man knew what he did. He had made the decisions that brought him here, he had done something unforgivable and disgusting, and now he deserved to get what was coming to him, it was only fair after all the things he had done. It wasn’t Adam’s responsibility to go out of his way to help a man who deserved nothing better than death. In fact, death was to easy of a punishment in his opinion.

There were just some things that were unforgivable.

He felt, rather than saw when the man entered. He sensed it on the tensing of the air. Even the Drev had chosen to make themselves scarce retreating to their cells or the catwalks high above to watch what was about to happen. It seemed as if only the guards didn’t know. Or perhaps they did, and they didn’t care.

He sat hunched over his trey praying, and felt his heart tighten when a shadow darkened the seat across from him.

He couldn’t bare to look up.

“Good morning, Commander. I missed your company this morning.” The sound of the man’s voice made his skin crawl. His heart began to race and he felt a sudden overwhelming burst of white hot hatred. The feeling scared him, and he tried his best to choke it down, but it wouldn’t go. Sensing the man there, hearing his sniveling voice and thinking about the times they had made contact with each other. Handing over a card or even shaking hands.

It made him sick, and angry.

He made no noise.

“Is everything alright.” The man wondered.

Another shadow crossed over his back. He could feel them gathering behind him. The man before him went silent head tilted back to look upwards at the looming figures beginning to gather around the table.

A hand landed on the Commander’s shoulder, “Steel…. This…. A friend of yours.” the voice was cold and hard.

There was a long silence.

“I don’t want any trouble.”

The hand on his shoulder squeezed, “Steel.”

Commander Vir lifted his eyes from the table, making contact with the pleading expression of the man across the table. His watery grey eyes, his unassuming appearance, his receding mousy hairline. He looked like your average middle-aged man…. No, he was a monster wearing the skin of an average middle aged man.

Commander Vir felt as if he was watching himself in third person over his own shoulder. The boyish, wide eyed, honorable side of him was violently beaten down and dragged into a closet as something worse appeared materialized from the darkness in his head. The natural man took the controls cold and hard empty emotionless a creature of self satisfaction, the Id, the part of him that wanted nothing more than immediate reward, sadistic, hateful, envious, and carnal.

It had no mercy.

And it was as if from the opposite side of the glass he heard himself say.

“No….. he’s no friend of mine.”

And like his words had been the damn that held back hell, the hounds were released, and a moment later the room was filled with the uproar of screaming voices and cries of horrific animalistic agony.

Adam was pushed to the side, and the table at which he sat was overturned as a riot of men threw themselves past him. He hit the floor and rolled to the side coming to land in a crouch just to the right of the overturned table. The room echoed and clattered.

Screams of absolute agony cut through the air. Sirens blared red and bloody painting the walls in a hellish light.

Something cracked.

Screaming.

He crouches watching a writing mass of bodies, a horrific amalgamation of man’s worst instincts piled together in a many legged many armed creatures. Hands raised and plunged downwards violently, repeatedly. Blood painted the floor like a Jackson Pollock painting done in red. The screaming grew until it was no longer human, a guttural animalistic wale that rent the very air around them.

They were tearing him apart.

Adam felt the corner of his mouth twist in grim satisfaction, and then immediately snapped back to reality choked with disgust and horror. Rooted to the spot doing NOTHING watching a man being murdered before his eyes, and yet...

In the midst of it all, he couldn’t bring himself to intervene.

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder shoving him forward, “GET IN THERE.” The boss growled hand coming away covered in blood. A small part of himself, that animal from earlier snarled at the door to his cage.

A part of him wanted more than anything to join in.

Watched in satisfaction as he got what was coming to him. He relished the poetic justice of it all, while at the same time feeling disgust at himself. The world around him seemed to flow in slow motion. Small droplets of blood leaped into the air where they caught the light before falling back to earth. Something else cracked.

He felt his heart jumped with a sick excitement.

“No.” he whispered

The world lost all sound. The screaming faded and died. The boss cut around to look down at him, “What.”

“I said, no.” he whispered again.

A body skidded past them on the floor ragged, torn.

Eyes narrowed, anger flared in the depth of two black pupils. He rose in Adam’s vision, “You would side with the FREAK!” “I side with NO ONE .” Adam spat.

The man stared at him, a once, predatory friendliness turned to ice, “You will wish you had never been born.” but he had more immediate matters to attend to, turning and joining the climax of the fight. Adam remained rooted to the spot sick horrified as bone snapped, and the body went silent and limp.

They didn’t stop there….. They kept going on and on and on as Commander Vir stood on and watched. The tables had all been overturned, blood painted the floor in wide arcs. And there he stood doing nothing, neither joining or helping. Holding back like a coward, like some kind of sadistic animal looking on like an unfeeling king watches an execution, watches men women and children hang from a rope. The men pulled away from the bloody husk twisted and broken on the ground, and at that moment Adam Vir was hit with a sense of horror and self loathing he couldn’t have comprehended even ten minutes before. The bloodied corpse grew up in his vision until it filled his head, dead staring eyes boring into his soul, a snapshot that would remain with him forever.

A man he had condemned to death with his actions and his words.

He was a sick twisted bastard.

And he had allowed a man to die…. Had encouraged it with his innaction, had wanted it. And deep down, he had relished it in a deep sick part of his mind he felt no remorse.

He was glad the sick fuck was gone.

Perhaps that’s why he stayed, he could have run knowing what was coming, but he didn’t deserve to run. He didn’t deserve to fight back. He didn’t even close his eyes as the circle closed in around him, men covered in blood like a pack of hyenas feeding on carrion returning to finish off a wounded prey animal.

The boss stopped a few feet in front of him, body painted with the world’s most horrific body paint, “Now that we’ve gotten rid of one sick fuck, we now have to get rid of the sympathizers.”

He saw the first coming, could have dodged…. But he didn’t.

HE was hauled to his feet by smiley jerked off his feet by the front of his jumpsuit. Hoisted into the air so that his toes were dangling inches from the ground. Lights grew up in his eyes as he stared upwards watching the balconies and the surrounding Drev staring down at him like the council at his trial their expressions uncaring…. Even pleased.

“You had your orders.” The man spat. “And you stood there like a coward.”

Adam locked eyes with the man, “You;re right.” He said simply

The first punch was a kidney shot and had him on the ground writhing in agony within the first few seconds. It was hard to remember what happened next. The boot to the face, kicked in the side, the chest ribs. He was punched in the head, it was all a blur of faces all anger and malice. People who had once considered him a friend now drove their bodies against him in a frenzy that painted his blood across the floor with that of a deadman.

The latch to his prosthetic snapped. Metal was ripped away from his body.

He screamed once, was kicked in the stomach and choked on his own missing air. But he didn’t fight them, he didn’t deserve to fight them.

He curled up into a ball forearms covering his face and despite the pain and the agony, he refused to pass out. He didn't deserve that. Inside his head visions of that bloody…. Thing repeated over and over and over again

Voices swelled up around him, yelling and barking. Men cried out in pain, and with one last kick to his thigh, he was left lying in a pool of his own blood face resting against the cold concrete/ Voices rose above him, grabbing him about the arms and dragging him away. He heard the voices of the guards, watched the lights overhead pass over him in sharp streaks. Something warm trickled down the side of his face. Spilled onto the floor to be smeared into the concrete.

A door opened, and he was thrown inside.

A concrete room with no windows, a steel door, no bed and a hole in the far corner.

In tremendous pain, the man pulled himself sitting back on his knees and stared down at his hands covered in congealing blood once steady. As he watched they began to shake uncontrollably. He hunched forward hands to his chest face contorted into an expression of pain, and agony, not from the wounds, ot from the pain, but from the realization of what he had done.

A sob escaped him, and he didn’t try to fight it. His body ached with horrific pain with every racking sob. Tears tracked pathways through the blood on his face and fell to the ground a delicate pink.

What had he done?

He had sat there, and he had watched a man brutally murdered. And he had done nothing about it….. A part of him had even enjoyed it.

He watched in turmoil as the picture he had crafted of himself shattered into a million pieces and cascaded around him to the floor. The upstanding, moral man who always did what he knew was right, who was taught by loving parents to take the high road, who modeled himself after superheroes, action heroes, and his own idols. Someone who protected the innocent, upheld the weak and righted the unjust…. Was nothing more than a paper man.

A sham.

A fake.

A lie.

He sobbed into his hands which morphed into screams with the sobs were no longer enough to express his self loathing. What kind of man was he, couldn't even stand by his actions once they were made weeping like a pathetic child.

He lay, cold on the floor for hours and hours staring at the far wall listening to the distant echoes of the prison. As he calmed he took stock of himself swept up the pieces so that he was all together despite being broken.

Though he wished it had never happened, he could change nothing now. He had done what he had done. The ends didn’t justify the means, and just because he hadn’t done anything didn’t mean blood wasn’t on his hands. How could he know what was right do you save a monster because it's morally right, or stand by and watch a monster die because that’s what it really deserves. What gave him the right to make that decision.

He lay there for what must have been hours but could have been days his skin growing sticky and then crusted with drying blood. The door to his cell opened, “Get up.” When he couldn’t do it on his own, he was hauled to his feet by one of the guards. Together they walked, and hopped, back down the halls and onto the yard. The entire room was quiet as they stared at him.

He couldn't have cared less that they could see him in such a sorry state, what did it matter now. The paper man had crumbled, they might as well see it. He was left sagging on one leg in the center of the room, and he didn’t bother to move. The men got to their feet glowering down at him with a mixture of expressions. Time moved around him as if at double speed

A figure scuttled towards him from the darkness, and to his surprise, krill took his hand.

He had never done anything like that before.

He looked down.

And the alien looked up at him, though he said nothing.

The room grew tighter, men approached from all sides, “Krill, you should go.” His slurred through swollen, painful lips.

“No Commander.” krill responded

The guard withdrew, and the room shifted forward. This time he did close his eyes. It was one thing to see another man die, but to watch Krill caught up in this was to much. He tried to urge the little alien away once more, but he refused, wrapping his spidery arms around his human friend all too sure that he was going to die here.

But if that was the case, he would not let his human die alone and suffering.

Adam leaned his head against Krill eyes tight shut.

“It’s going to be ok.” The alien muttered

Adam felt a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.How very human….

Empty platitudes.

The little alien had learned a lot.

A shadow cut past them. He lowered his head.

And the room was split in half by a Drev battle cry so powerful that it rattled the walls and the floors. The man above them staggered back hands over his ears. The catwalks clattered, and the ground shook. Adam opened his eyes lifting them towards the sky, not expecting to find an angel, but getting one in bright blue.

Sunny stood on the catwalk above face contorted with a livid anger that cowed guards, drev and humans alike, “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE.” She snarled at the human standing next to her, turning and shoving Drev two to three feet taller than her out of the way with the ease a bowling ball goes through pins.

The human scampered after her, “We… we had no idea.”

Sunny rounded on here, “DID YOU EVEN BOTHER TO FIND OUT.” Behind her, a member of the UN and the chairwoman of the GA stepped through the doors faces shocked and appalled as they looked about the room and the conditions in which the prisoners were being kept.

Sunny came to to toe with the leader of the Drev yard. At first the large female didn’t move, but a single look from sunny cowed her into groveling submission as sunny shoved past and marched down the stairs. She nearly body checked one of the prisoners over the railing and onto the floor fifteen feet beneath when he did not move fast enough.

Leaving the Chairwoman and the representative above, Sunny raced across the floor and skidding to kneel at Adam’s side. He lifted his head to look at her dried blood cracking against the movement.

A look of pain crossed her face, and a single hand gently cupped the side of his face tilting it this way and that, “Oh Adam, what have they done.” She whispered

The light above him grew very very bright filling his vision with light, “I’m a paper man,” He whispered, but that was all he could say body slumping into her arms. A murmur grew up around the room.

Sunny hugged the human against her chest.

“Commander!.” Two voices from above, and two marines came leaping down the stairs heedless of their uniforms.. Ramirez and the short, blond hair female marine ‘Maverick’.

“The hell did they do to you.” The Maverick snarled glowering at the other prisoners standing quietly back in a wide circle.

Their discussion was interrupted as the warden stepped onto the catwalk, ‘I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHO YOU ARE; YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION HERE!” “THE HELL WE DON’T.” The UN rep snapped, “By GA law, any HUMAN allowed off earth or mars remains under the jurisdiction of the UNSC in accordance with the first intercelestial peace accord put forth by the GA in 4018. Furthermore all Tesraki Drev and Rundi subjects are bound by GA bylaw, so YES we have jurisdiction, and we have allowed this to continue long enough. FURTHERMORE.” he said speaking up over the protests of the warden, “You have violated at LEAST 50 intergalactic bylaws, and amendments. What is this 2001, we know what humanity is by now AT LEAST. Not to mention that we show up here and find one of our Commanding officers kneeling in a pool of his own blood, only to learn that you didn’t even bother to verify his identity.”

“He had no prints in the system.” The man snarled

“ONE PHONE CALL. JUST ONE PHONE CALL. And that is not even TOUCHING on his right to counsel, or a fair trial. We don’t just THROW people in prison based on circumstantial evidence. He was sent here to get down to the problem of intergalactic hormone trade only to be beaten half to death by men no better than animals in a prison, the likes of which we haven't seen since the late 2000s. You sir are a DISGRACE to the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE.” Commander Vir was only half listening idly staring at the lights as someone wiped blood from his face.

“Get him up.”

Someone ducked under one of his arms and he was hauled to his feet. He tried his best to keep one leg under him, but was finding he wasn’t a great amount of help. Maverick supported his one side, while sunny took the other. Ramirez, based on a look, made it very clear what would happen if any of them tried anything grabbing krill by the hand and pulling him along.

It all felt like a dream as the steel catwalk passed below him, and the doors slid open. The prison faded behind him into a maze of hallways.

He was out, he was free.

…. He was finally……

Free.

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